quick hardware doodle

Slowly, but surely, she'll arrive.

"I remember this room. I used to sit by the fire and play with my fire trucks. I remember thinking i was saving the day. My dad was smiling at me reading his paper. My mum was in the kitchen cooking dinner. it was paradise"

This track essentially started off as an ambient type piece, until i had a crazy idea to make a full on beat and then manipulate it, to make essentially more of an ambient type listen. The track is filtered heavily so it's mostly the mids and highs, there is a intense amount of wind and creaking sound effects, and the track itself is reverbed as if there is something playing on the radio or something. It's essentially designed to be some kind of immersive experience, put it this way. It's definately a cool idea that's worth exploring, especially so the track is balanced well with the wind effects. I kind of like it and i hope you do too. Enjoy!

the house is abandoned

it's covered with ivy

nasty oak trees and mice that are lively

gonna need to gut it

or call and excavator

pay that dude double

to cover his medical bills

i guess i, i

i need a bobcat

to start the process

call a trucking company

and ask about rentals

the process of demolition

Lyrics and Lead Vocal by Camana, Harmonies by Sabiella, Instrumental by Meistr

Lyrics:

let me just stop

show me the door if you want me to knock

into the forest and into the fog

nothing would stop me to get to the top

and through window i hear her yeah she calling me

"i need a hero, where do we go" oh the irony

and all this wondering now it got me spiraling

i can the silence and its silencing

i feel it pacing I'm racing I'm

"in a rush"

i feel I'm shaking I'm breaking I've

"been too much"

so can you hear me i cry for help

"out of touch"

so can you hear me I'm not alone

"not like us"

Some weird thing.

A somber memory

A bitter leaf to turn

English ivy dances on the wall

Reclaiming the old prison once held dear

The roots devour, twisting vines beneath the floor

Let it suffer, choke that world out

I never learned to cope with the thorns I felt inside

I never learned how to live despite the fact my mind would die

The leaves, they smother all the things I learned from all those years past time

But that’s okay. I never had a chance until I left.