Category: Category 1, My Blog

It’s  like a small adventure, writing music. I never know where or who I am writing about at first. I  share bare boned ideas. Meaning…bad piano and equally bad singing recorded on my phone. This is part of something slightly darker and a bit on the mythic side I am working on. Not a album for the radio at all! But something else yes. Dont judge or judge you bad person you! On a side note.. .I really need to get into studio.

Lyrics:
A forest of broken bottles. Black memories that sing. Of invisible suns who linger. Offering darkness, silhouettes, moonlight

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