The Black Forest

Random blaghness...

Deep In The Mystery...

Well, it is that time of year again...A new album release is eminent. "Smoke Through A Keyhole" will be released October 7th. For anyone that wants to pre-order the album, they will get a bonus song, "Deep In The Mystery". These 4 songs on the album are 7-8 minutes long, with 3-4 movements in each of them. Song structure is out the window here, it is really meant to be listened in its entirety (30:31), I know this goes against all reality in the land of attention deficit disorder, but that is point. 

Deep In The MysteryBlind me in my ghostly lust of theFlickering nova lighted dustBecome my thoughts, become my bloodInto the night, below and aboveYou can only go to places that you let inLosing control is how we beginFinding solace deep in the myst…

Deep In The Mystery

Blind me in my ghostly lust of the
Flickering nova lighted dust
Become my thoughts, become my blood
Into the night, below and above
You can only go to places that you let in
Losing control is how we begin
Finding solace deep in the mystery

Deep in the mystery
I beat you my heart in the silver sea
Filling in the space, by filling the time
Goes beyond our depth and beyond our minds
I twist and turn through the memories
That lie like kisses from the Siren Furies
Is it too late, or is it too soon?
A codex of the dead, of the rune
Intangible fruits, that we descend
Shattering the truths, and waking the dead
Solace in the deep mystery

Deep in the mystery

 

15 years ago...No Phantom

Another found song from the dusty archives, No Phantom. It is kinda fun listening to songs of a 15 year younger version of me. Definitely in the Alt Rock vein, genre or different genre, I guess there is no getting away from oneself.

No Phantom

I'm feeling you, you don't feel me.
Lovin's easy when you don't see...I'm no phantom.

Scatter 'em out, then settle 'em down,
These itchy feeling of excess

Now, what if I were to tell you blow by blow?
It's a lack of conscience I know too well to know.

Somewhere outside, far from myself
On a plate-glass window
There's a bit of me yet, it's no phantom.

Tapping into you lets me see
What part of you of you is inside me

What if I were a bullet in your gun, with nothing stopping you
You'd better run

Somewhere outside, far from myself
On a plate-glass window
There's a bit of me yet, it's no phantom.