a foreign object production

This is my song. It's got a staring feel to it.

I'm trying to concentrate here

What does it want from me?

Sweet little heart-breaker
You call the shots
You bust the heads
I'll clean the pots

Make-up and mason jars
All in a row
You take it fast
You let me know

All fall down
Get behind the dance floor cause I
I hear she's coming round

it's too late now
Looks like you're in for it, pal.

She's got the stare
She's got it here
From across the room
lays opponents bare

Ebony eyes
Orange Autumn hair
She's got the look
she's got the stare

Recorded this on my stupid little mp3 player at my piano at home (EQ and reverb applied). My interpretation was that it was a creepy metaphysical stare of something from the shadows, perhaps the spectre of guilt personified in the dark corners of a small town.

It's not too show-offy, but I can play fast and raucous and jazzy too, honest! Hope you enjoy my deeper, more melancholy, side... =P

(Setting: Ancient times of wizardy)

You narrowly escape imprisonment with your life. You don't even remember the reason you were incarcerated. Upon entering the great city of Arcanis, the people all look at you strangely, as if they are intimidated by your presence. You don't know what to make of it, but can see the people whispering among themselves. Soon enough, a band of battle mages on horseback arrive, point to you and yell out "Sieze him!!" You once again manage to escape, rattled and frightened as to why these sentinels are after you. You know you committed no crime.

Little do you know that your body contains the mighty orb of Arcanis; a long fabled artifact which is said to live within the chosen one.

Killer's stare.

Brief struggle.

End with another.

....cuz I---am---watching---you.

This is something I have wanted to do for almost a year, please bear with me here. This is a very short excerpt from My Dying Bride's "Love's Intolerable Pain".

What if love's intolerable pain never leaves?
What will your life's mark leave upon this world?
What now, will my dark craft do with your body now?

We walk as gods together through a fiery dawn
What if you love someone you know you shouldn't love?
What will your dying father's last words to you be?
What now, the painting of young lovers is complete?

What if love's intolerable pain never leaves us?
Do we dash our bleeding hearts on the rocks of loneliness? And cry unto the lords above
who turn away in haste?

I don't have all fucking day, here. I'm an important guy, I have things to do.

...I'm being watched. o.o

software is amazing

Even though I pay a little omage to Sinistar in the song, this is an original. I spent so much time just trying to think of what to do for the theme that I rushed a lot of this. So please forgive any lameness you may encounter. I hope you enjoy it anyways. :D

Behind the masks, someone always has wandering eyes.