demos

Sounds I have made

(am currently making)

worm song


Look what I found Beneath a large oak tree, leaves filter the sunlight.

Heat.
I think they call this "day".
Though I can't see the light
I have photoreceptors
to capture the rays.

Rain
pulled me up from the ground.
It was swim to the surface
or suffocate slowly
and I'd rather not drown.
Now look what I found.

Stuck
on a slab of stone.
Sensitive creature
inches from home.
Mere moments to live,
got an hour at best.
Relax in the sunbeam,
let it to the rest.

Strange.
The way that I feel.
Though my body is drying
I feel myself dying
but at least it feels real.

Dark.
Was the home that I know.
The one that I ran from
in search of an answer
when I came from below.
Now see what I know
If I knew then
what I know now
would I have come here?
Would I rather drown?
Now I'm

stuck
on a slab of stone.
Sensitive creature,
inches from home.
Mere moments to live,
got an hour at best.
Relax in the sunbeam,
let it do the rest.

I breathe through my skin.
I can't be too dry
but I can't be too damp,
maybe that's how I'll die.

At least I saw sun.
Make love to the ground.
I call out hey mama
come look what I found.

Starsong


I used to be scared of the stars ⛣ ~ ♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸ <

I used to be
scared of the stars.
I wanted someone to show me
what they really are.
I thought a mutual friend
was the only solution.
I didn't know I could push through
the light pollution.

So introduce me
Won't you introduce me?
Introduce me
to your old friend Orion.

Frozen in sand
where sky meets the sea.
Twofold half-horizon
harmonizing night time like its eternity.
Fall to my knees,
I am choking
sand in my eyes.
Here against the darkness
I'm reminded of my size.

⛣ ~ ♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸

Linens line the closet that I hide in
when the night time gets too big.
Coward in the cupboard, cramped and covered,
but that's no way to live.
Dark and dusty
cramped and musty
must be fine
'cause at least she can't see the sky.
Little dust collector
left to fester
but that's no way to die.

⛣ ~ ♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸

sunglasses


Suddenly I see
Pastel pink and plastic.
They live inside my dash
and though their nature may be static,
without them I would crash.
'cause when the sunlight gets to be too bright
I can't see past the sky
and I grip the wheel a bit too tight
for fear that I'll collide.
I just put my sunglasses on
and suddenly I see.
I just put my sunglasses on
and the world belongs to me.

Sing along to highschool songs
my windows open wide.
Might be annoying at the stoplight
when I'm screaming like a child.
But I can't help but belt the melody!
It gives me such a rush
but when the stranger rolls their window up
I feel my face begin to blush
and I put my sunglasses on
and suddenly I'm free.
I just put my sunglasses on
and the world belongs to me.

And there are days when
the traffic pattern's crazy
and my GPS app tells me
every road I take is red.
But that's okay these
hiccups cannot phase me.
I am blazing
destination dead a head

cause
pastel pink and plastic friends
still live inside my dash,
and though their nature may be static,
I know they got my back.
I just put my sunglasses on
and suddenly I'm free.
I just put
my sunglasses on
and the world belongs to me.

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