waning moon, new demo

 

been putting a makeshift studio together, first demo from it

Waning moon, waning winter moon
come summertime you’ll be warmer in my eyes

summer gave to autumn, autumn gave to thee
sunburst dying leaves dying on the green

waning…

winter gave to spring, the roses it had froze
silk pedal tapestry wove from the loam

waning…

spring gave to summer the chances to grow
infant blue eyes over the fields and seas

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if you have not felt the sunlight upon my skin then how can you speak of that which is within; a man’s scars are equally from his deeds and his sins, a passing in time whereas the struggle of being human was out weighted by or out weighted itself from the person conditioned upon his frame I always like to say a person is a person until they become human again

if you have not felt the sunlight upon my skin then how can you speak of that which is within
a man’s scars are equally from his deeds and his sins, a passing in time whereas the struggle of being human was out weighted by or out weighted itself from the person conditioned upon his frame
I always like to say a person is a person until they become human again

Starlight’s Waking Dream

 

I’ve just about got the album written, now I am working on drums for it and building a usable studio, I appreciate everyone who listens and who has stuck around all these years of poetry, rants, philosophies, Elizabethan words terrible Grammar and music that I feel based on and according to others is beautiful, I will be working on a quality demo, but I want to clean up first, I’ve made major changes in my life and have improved more than I thought I would, but many of my words are true, and am working on recovery and possibly detox, thank you. this song will be the last on the album and it will begin with The Next Carmelita which I am constructing the drums on, but with an reoccurring ear infection that seams to be aggravated by my monitors, thank again again for listening

V 1
It’s 2AM I’m not sleeping well
These last few week’s have been hell
I’m thinking of you

The dope’s wearing off As the starlight’s peaked
still are the horses that ran in my dreams
And I’m thinking of you
V2
Pink pills dissolve different ways
Like dreams dissipate to  memories
As the thoughts become epithets

The birds waking 4am chirp
As the percs wear slowly away
And I am still thinking of you

chorus:
many roads we wounder
misguided by the past
as we’re lost from time at last

sing me a song for the good times
sing me a song as I come down
in your bed