I was laying in bed on night and heard footsteps along the drive way, I peered out my front window to see 6 uniform officers surrounding the house and down to the backyard. It turns out a man named Roger Moore had been living under my floorboards and managed to score himself a rug and a couch (and a whole lot of needles)
Sadly the police asked if I wanted to press charges and I said no, I'd like to give him some left over dinner and let him be. The neighbours did not agree so this is for you 'Rodger'
Do you ever feel so many feelings stirring and blurring, the damn wall breaks and you gotta ride vs drown
I created something a little weird and funky, this is NOT edited by any means but would really love to collaborate and take these concepts globally with some guitar and vocals. Putting that out there universe yo
I wrote this after fleeing from a stale conversation about nothing I cared for, seems perfect representation to me
A little something for the outside birds.
I wrote this for my Mother, Susan, on her anniversary of passing through this world to the next. The reality of all that is.
I wish to know you, but for now you can know me a little more x