This music was written in November, 2010. My words were written sometime around then, and I later put them with the music. The drums are the oldest, having been created almost a year before then, bounced from an old demo. Synth parts were added December, 2010. I added my own vocals overthe first part and chorus.

The last part to be added was Aszarkowski's vocals, which were a VO of a poem by Metaphorest. I liked the vocals, and in finding the key, happily discovered that it more-or-less matched my song, so after some snip-snips and time-adjusting, I did my best to fit it into this piece of music, which (in my opinion) worked out pretty well :)

I added a small "intro" - just because.

I felt another "gap" open if anyone wants to add to it. Still work-in-progress.

I hope you like it.

Warm thanks to Aszarkowski's beautiful voice and Metaphorest's beautiful words for filling my pages with color <3

Lyrics:

I am under your pressure.
Wild-eyed and careless,
I've done enough to trouble the peace built between us.
Constantly shifting,
Unannounced and instant,
As plates would below the earth.

I ask for no pardon, I ask for no favor,
Unable to surrender in this evr-constant warfare.
Though the trenches are flooded,
The letters are scattered about,
And one man alone must walk across the bones.

Long gone from home.

Unlock the doors and blow the windows open,
Stop the clocks and leave no truth unspoken
Although when living true you may feel lost
A thousand times, the prize is worth the cost

Let down the walls and drop all the pretences
Dismantle the trapdoors and barbed (wire) fences
Invite the good, the bad, the beauty in
Through once thick skin, now beautifully thin

Long gone from home.

Vocals (mine), sampled vocals (alyssa), acoustic guitar and synths - recorded, arranged and mixed via Ableton Live Lite (v.8), programmed drums via v.6

Some challenge by fuller-crispy to make a silly tune for a silly video.

Inspired by my sister's dream of making her own zombie movie, I made this little piece of music of how I envisioned the survivors surveying the ruins before them.

Alpal is in there... somewhere... hehe.

Have fun with it.

In english this translation is:

 We spoke of the perfect day to die

 I asked her

"Is there such a thing?"

Either you choose your own death

and when it takes place

or just become erased

You don't know when, why.

or how it will come.

I asked her if you were to choose

when your death would be

Would you make it on a day

where the sun never stopped shining?

Or would it be on the darkest day

you have ever seen?

She grasped her hair and lit a cigarette

with shadows falling from her face she replied

"There is no perfect day to die."

please color this it just screams for color!!!!!!