One way ticket to the border line, Greyhound headed down south.

We'll be safe on the other side, if by a miracle we make it somehow.

My picture's probably already on TV, so we're lucky that we're on our way.

Robbing that man was my stupidest plan, but I told you we'd be rich someday.

With a couple of grand in each palm of our hands, all our troubles seem to go away.

I never met a criminal that said that crime don't pay...

Law is waiting at the border line, they got the whole border blocked off.

We'll be safe on the other side, if by some miracle we make it across.

If it was only me that was on TV, then we're lucky they're not looking for you.

I'll let out all the hostages, and you can walk out like one of them too.

Take a bag in each hand, and find a new man. It's the best thing that you can do.

I never met a criminal as beautiful as you....

I wrote this weeks ago and recorded it recently only to find that I didn't know how I felt about it. After listening to it for a while I decided to post it. The last 30 seconds are my favorite.

(I changed my mind on what to name the song. It was called That Mysterious Woman first but not it's called The Puppeteer)

Ancient Rome and teen fiction combine to create this song - bah capitalism etc etc :)

Because dissent can be infectious
They will endeavour to protect us
From the power of the ranks united
From their battle cries

As long as we have dollars in our pockets
We dont see the boat so we dont rock it
Shock us, lock us in our bubble
Trouble us with lies

And the dilemma just below the surface is
That we're distracted by your bread and circuses

Oh their semantics can be so romantic
Noble causes with obsuring clauses
Of course its easy to accuse from
My cosy little life

In the middle of this pyramid scheme
We're not as comfortable as we at first seem
Cracks appearing, no one steering
Will we sink or swim?

And the dilemma just below the surface is
That we're distracted by your bread and circuses

Mind the gap, it's growing ever wider
Between the losers and the winning siders
The balance is forever broken
Outspoken voice hushed

And the dilemma just below the surface is
That we're distracted by your bread and circuses

Wrote a fun little song. What do you think? It's pretty bare so it could definitely use some remixing. I'll upload stems soon. 

Here's the lyrics

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Wooo

All I wanna do is spend some time with you in the sunshine 

Woo

All I wanna do is spend some time with you and have a good life.

Woo

All I wanna do is spend some time with you in the sunshine 

All I wanna do is spend some time with you and have a good life.

All day fun in the summer sun, always at a slow pace, never gonna run.

All I wanna do is spend some time with you in the sunshine 

Woo

All I wanna do is spend some time with you and have a good life.

Woo

Cause all I wanna do is spend some time with you in the sunshine 

All I wanna do is spend some time with you and have a good life.

No work and all play, all day sippin and smokin in the summer rays

Cause all I wanna do is spend some time with you in the sunshine 

All I wanna do is spend some time with you and have a good life.

Woo

All I wanna do is spend some time with you in the sunshine 

Woo

All I wanna do is spend some time with you and have a good life.

Woo

All I wanna do is spend some time with you in the sunshine 

Woo

All I wanna do is spend some time with you and have a good life.

Players: eaneikciv & I Am 1954

Orchestration:  lyrictician

first track on album 'spilt milk', but copyright shmoppyrights. right? rights.

and someone asked for the lyrics:  

drag your feet, keep your life strapped to your shoulders.

if you don't carve your age into your belt, you wont get any older

it's a mixed up masquerade, a penniless arcade

every face a frown, oh what a crazy town

hang your head, they'll steal the toes right off of your feet

you're lucky to count all ten, when you're living on the street

its a story thats been told, a body thats been sold

'round and around and around. oh what a crazy town

(see) joy around here comes in a little pink balloon

and if you got out of here yesterday it wouldn't be too soon

it's a cardboard palisade, a pocket change brigade

every way is down. oh what a crazy town

Thank you so much I am 1954!

Enjoy!

Vocals: I Am 1954

Music by:  William G.

Lyrics by:  William Gallego & Victor Velez.

So you think your life’s hard now.

Boy you’ve got one coming…

It'll be over - before you know it...

Man that’s a rough deal.

There’s this girl over there you see she’s got one coming

And she’s know nothing...but she’s knows there’s this you see

Her days are spent worrying

Man, that’s a rough deal.

It’s a mystery to me how most get through

     But then there’s no one looking out for you

Man, that’s a rough deal

When some ones heart’s beating next to you,

And you still feel left with nothing.     

Man, that’s a rough deal...

  Don’t give me a rough deal 

Won’t take that rough deal

Her heart can’t take it anymore

She wants no sympathy, Then don't look for me  

 I  just wanna help!

When there’s no one looking out for you and the

tears stream down your face

Just remember, you’re not the only one

With a rough deal

I’ve got a rough deal.

He’s got that rough deal.

Don’t want that rough deal

Fuck that rough deal…

i don't know where i've been

i can't recall if i'm wearing thin

i don't mind if i'm lost

i don't mind if i'm tired and frail and lost

i left a man in my wake

resented him for what he had to say

i don't mind that i'm alone

i don't mind that my heart, it carries stones

my heart, it carries stones

i told it all, unedited

i told it all like i remembered it

they interlocked and then they fled

and met again, but the love they'd made was dead

i am no historian

i'm prone to error in the records i give

i am proud of what i feel

i am proud that my skin is tempered steel

my skin is tempered steel

Epicness by Pasiv, singing/wording by me <3

Sorta Halloween-y?

Little song I wrote and RECorded this morning-after-xmas.  It's a genuine question, I still don't know...

Written by sabine/Joab Nevo/Metaphorest  Performed by Joab Nevo & Metaphorest

From the soundtrack of PANOPTICON

This Prison

I saw your face

Through your own eyes

And felt disdain's reflection

Your sorrow's pace,

Pulse pumping lies,

Long lost in the translation.

My own unrest

Put to the test

Nerve endings eager allies.

Fates never guessed

Pains pierce my chest

Sad souls breach glassy blue skies.

This prison, this panopticon

Where everything you love is gone...

Your mirror like

A spider web

Re-connects the shattered bits.

With all your might

You fight the ebb

That sucks your mind off all wits.

A helpless guard

I am ashamed

Your edges should not hurt me.

Where do I start

Emotions maimed

I swear to not let you be.

This prison, this panopticon

Where everything you love is gone...

I couldn't resist doing this self-indulgent rough mix using my bass, acoustic gtr, 12 string, and Robo J's 2nd acoustic gtr tracks added to the Morning Hollows' great tune.  Thanks to Jeff Peff for providing the mix tracks.

I draw you all up

Your love like a china cup

Mysteries of night

Are floating down to fill our sights

Pastures unseen

Hidden to hold all dreams

Sirens roll by

Our ears have them right leave to fly

On this house is tall

And open

Bring me that strange book

Lucy

The cow bell is rung

Dreams coat the stars for fun

Man stares away

To watch all of his fears fade

On this house is tall

And open

Bring me that strange book

Lucy

Here is a pretty poppy song that Metaphorest wrote the lyrics for. I couldn't have finished it without you Sarah, so thank you very much for helping out. :D

--UPDATE--

Thanks. Well, I had the music track sitting, collecting dust on my computer with my mumbly vocal idea for about a year or so. I really wanted to finish it, but I often struggle with writing lyrics. Metaphorest is a pro at writing and I asked her if she would like to help me out with the words. I gave her the track and named it, and she returned with the lyrics that fit the title magically. She can tell you more on what she thought would work for the song lyrically too im sure.

I played with syllables/timing and moved a few things around a bit so everything fit into the melody I had in mind. And thats basically it. No other records were used. I will upload the stems soon too. :)

-The Morning Hollows (Matt)

Originating in Malibu. Written and recorded in the dead of night in Vancouver during a sleepless, enraged, stuck, and quiet moment. This gem squeezed straight from the heart is delivered as a an unpolished piece of privacy.

Wrote this classical themed piece with the idea that it could make for a visually

stunning arrangement.  Looking for animators, photographers, videographers or

landscape artist to find it a home.