A Private Machine

So, I am going to master 10 songs for the "album". High hopes, eh? No harm in dreaming. I wish I was in a tree, though. So I could jump.

I am calling the set "A Private Machine". Why? The sounds are introspective. The music was created in my lowest times. Straight from the heart. This city has allowed me to walk the corridors of the darkest most private moments of my mind. Its dark in there but its also warm.

Here is the final tracklisting of "A Private Machine" (Click to see a larger version).

HH

Goodmorning sunshine!

I would like to drift away into your hinterland / And soak in the immense blue of your cottonsand
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Optimistic is the only way to be. :)

To see my life upon my shoulder,
shutting down I fear
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303. A poem for the Nazi's.

Go pledge your last rites for the here and hereafter. This world is coming to a halt. Goodnight. I wish I was dead. :)

Confusion

Love, sex, pain, confusion, suffering
You're there crying, I feel not a thing
Drilling my way deeper in your head
Sinking, draining, drowning, bleeding, dead

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R.I.P. Layne. I miss you.

A chase. Suspect in sight. Cul-de-sac. Suspect caught. Game over.

Shame, shame.

Big Love

Y is gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. :) A sincere sensation. x

Machineheart

Sounds, flamingos, other things.
The veil and the craft
on her lips a fountain.
The everlasting source, the force,
like a chakra weaving patterns.
Horns
and all going off in three's.
Bells, flamingos, other things.

"If you love me, I also love If you."

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