these are some rough versions of my songs for two extremely special people that I love very much
happy bananaversary
Queer. Nerd. Anarchist. ---- anxiaunnatural.bandcamp.com
these are some rough versions of my songs for two extremely special people that I love very much
happy bananaversary
Anxia Unnatural | Reality is Horrible, Darling
Anxia Unnatural | Probably nothing, right? 2nd version
I wrote this while I was visiting Santa Cruz a couple weeks ago. Just rerecorded it.
i wrote and recorded this in january and i just relistened to it. at the time I thought the lyrics were too self-indulgent it was hard to take myself seriously. But listening to it again it’s worth existing, perhaps I’ll explore it further. here have the ridiculous lyrics
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Light my fuse
tonight we’ll be breathing in our skin
This pool is immersing me in illusion
this escape is what I was trying to escape
and i can’t help but hide
Don’t take me home
Cause I don’t have a home
It’s a cloud make of light
Reflecting off the sea
but how many oceans does it take
to wash me away
(just shut up
no ones wants to hear my whining bullshit
I talk about how worthless I feel
maybe it’s because i am
i could be trying to help someone
or living a full life
instead I just curl up into a ball and hide
just die
shut up
no one should care
least of all me)
second new demo
cover art by Reba Overkill
First of two new demos.
diy for better or worse
http://anxiaunnatural.tumblr.com/lyrics
here you go, I’ll add to this as I release stuff.
i just wrote this yesterday.
If I were a power violence band, this would be my 4 song demo :)
-Lyrics-
“Looking Over The Edge Of Time”
Ticking clocks and twitching hands
we move glacially a centimeter away from the edge
our heart beats become war drums
but we were mistaken
the beats were that of billy clubs
“Reading About Protests”
My frozen eyes turn to run
from the safety of my room
“Self-Loathing”
Wrap me in a blanket of self-loathing
Suffocated by the self
“America”
We have all the water
we have all the food
we scrounge for ideas
but the well’s empty