skeleton song

hear

the sound of the sea

in the ears of no sleep

silently circulating

quietly hesitating

 

moon,

shine through the skeleton trees

just don't illuminate these

scales shedding on the bed sheets

moon,

shine through the skeleton trees

just don't illuminate these

scales shedding on the bed sheets

 

feel

ascending air pressing

at the roots of your hair

silent circulation

spreading self-accusation

 

wind,

blow through the skeleton faces

these hollows of

unspoken hesitation

wind,

blow through the skeleton faces

these hollows of

unspoken hesitation

 

with their repeated reassurances

that the moon shines in the overcast sky

and the time goes by

and the time goes by

 

hear

the sound of the sea

in the ears of no sleep

 

silent circulation

whispers of self-accusation

my debut ep, unfamiliar, is out now on all streaming platforms

Unfamiliar, 2020, Oil on Canvas, 60 x 60cm

statue

 

observations

of an awakened stone

statue

clothed in white and blue

purer than you

 

with no eyes

half a mouth, no self

take it down from the shelf

let it bounce around, 

yell help,

shatter, swim, run around in the mad house

 

slow, stiff moving

i think it's losing

time

with all the sighing

the stuttering

and the lying

 

no eyes

half a mouth, no self

take it down from the shelf

let it bounce around, 

yell help,

shatter, swim, run around

 

through a mad crowd

 

no eyes,

half a mouth

no self

 

take it down from the shelf

let it bounce around

yell, help

fish net

oh, i wish i could go outside

in the middle of the night

go out into the dark

far from all the streetlights

 

and i wish i could stay there

on my own, I'm at ease

I'll hear birds in the trees

I'm not scared of what I might see

 

but not now,

not yet.

still caught in a fish net

and the fisherman made a promise

he said: "tomorrow

I will set you free.

just spend the night with me."

 

oh, I wish I could drive away

just for another day

find where i feel in place

and i wish i could say all these things

withought you feeling a sting

not just hide behind these fins

these words that i sing

 

but not now,

not yet.

still caught in a fish net

and the fisherman said:

"the net is there to protect.

I'm not done with you yet."

 

I could bite a hole in the net with my teeth

but i don't

cause i know what you mean

but i dream of swimming

 

I could bite a hole in the net with my teeth

but i don't

cause i know what you mean

but i dream of swimming

 

now it's getting cold

up here

soon the sun will set

only a few more hours in the net

 

just not now,

not yet

recorded and arranged with Stelios Vakaloudis

at the Goldfinger Recordings Studio, Berlin

mixed by Liesl

mastered by Oren Avinash

Skeleton Song, 2020, Oil on Canvas, 60 x 60cm

FishNet 2021, Oil on Canvas, 60 x 60cm

driveway bruises

 

second long snap shot

in my head

not sure if it's you

these memories play pretend

 

a gush of dry air against my neck

oh, what a waste of breath

for this fake suspense

 

bee in my shirt stings

reminding me of you

kindergarten screams ring

reminding me of you

 

but now you're so unfamiliar

and I'm a foreigner

 

traffic sounds wake me

from my sleep

i was there with you

but in the day it's all far less than true

 

looking for driveway bruises

seems so useless

oh, what a waste of time

trying to find

 

bare feet on the tar burn

reminding me of you

sea aounds when i can't sleep yearn

for something familiar

 

but now i'm a foreigner

 

lick my skin

it's clean

no salty sheen

can't breathe it in

can't smell the leaves

and I've been missing

fruit tree climbing

 

lightning in the sky

reminiding me of you

the smoky smell of fire

reminding me of you

pretending you're still mine

oh, what a waste of time

Driveway Bruises, 2020, Oil on Canvas, 60 x 60cm

stained glass window

 

empty house,

pale skin.

as white as my teeth

i need colouring in

so i climb up these old stairs

at the top i stop and stare at

all the olours in the air

i see colour everywhere

 

there's a stained glass window

in the upstairs room

and i like to go up there

when the light is shining through

 

shining yellow onto my hair

i can say the sun's been there

i'll go out and talk and laugh

i swear

 

and the blue on my hand

begins to dance

violet skies, and golden seas

are painted on my sleeves

 

the purple

on my eye

embellishes, blemishes

all the black and white

 

red on my shoulder

pretending to be older

now i see a future

in colour

while i am lost in the present

ignorance, no more bliss

 

stained glass window

stains my skin. oh,

stain my eyes and make me see

all the colours in the cracks

 

stained glass window

stains my skin. oh,

stains my eyes

then cracked in three

who to be?