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Third Since The Last

by Gatchi

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Silence 01:23
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Super Kill 06:00
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Terror 04:27
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Away 03:39
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iexplore 00:13
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Pass 03:31
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I'm an unwanted soul They've been digging my hole Ready to burn me with coal Unwanted soul, nobody wants me Guess I'll always be me, but I'll never feel free Unwanted soul, I want to feel lips pressed up to mine Moving through time The happiness, ours Lasting hours at a time Instead what I grip is a pencil tip to scratch this down, just sharing my frown Not my intention, but it grabs your attention Unwanted soul, this monotonous rhyme Knowing all the time that my life is a line To feel any more just turns out to be whore To feel what I have, gaze at what I adore Starting to drift away from shore, changing some more I wait patiently for what never arrives Beginning to think, "what's the point of being alive?" Being alive Unwanted soul Being alive Unwanted soul Here I am once again Waiting still for you to see Don't quite no why Why should I not just die? For now I just wait to be told another lie I want to die But I don't see why Why shouldn't I just die now? You told me I loved being But that's not so It burns me, it scares me, it tears me apart I tears me, it wears me, it dares me to But I don't want to argue because I know where the shit will go Unwanted Soul Unwanted Soul Unwanted Soul Unwanted Soul Unwanted Soul
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Super kill Super kill Super kill Super kill Super kill Super kill

about

This is the project in which I had really started to grasp composition, balance, and the capabilities of my DAW, Reason (version 7 at the time)
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Take a sonic trip through the mind of a crow experiencing existential despair while reflecting on his miserable life.

Hypnosis: like a lucid dream.
The pendulum swings, but it swings in silence
Do not wake the terror within.
The icy wind blows fiercely,
a reminder of the intention to kill.
More time passes..
The royal ones have already fallen.
The waiting birds have flown away.
This place is desolate, hence the grass so dead.
The choir sings for the sake of those still there.
It's the third since the last time I've awoken inside my head.

credits

released June 16, 2015

All music by Trevor Wood*

*except track 16, produced by Sam Crowther
guitar on track 13 written and played by Benjamin Zeman

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Gatchi Newfane, Vermont

Trevor Wood -
Independent musician, producer, artist, and filmmaker

Freelance recording/Mix engineer

Bass guitarist for SLOB DROP

Drummer for Mind Gap

Electronics, Guitars, Vocals, etc for Future Fable

Contact:
gatchimakesmusic@gmail.com
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