Forget Me

by Owl.

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about

My first album of 2017.
There are a few things that i've done a little differently on this one, it's still all recorded on a phone but I have experimented with multitracking using two iPhones.

There is a track that cuts out and that is simply because i ran out of space whilst recording but I used it because I only do one take.

credits

released February 22, 2017

Thank you:

Mae Owens - For creating such a beautiful album cover.

Amy May Ellis - For recording the spoken word, one of my favourite tracks on the album.

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Owl. York, UK

Instrumental, lo-fi music recorded with an iPhone. All of the tracks are played through once, recorded once with mistakes and all and then often forgotten.

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Track Name: Drop Spilt Hot (Ft. Amy May Ellis)
I feel like I'm trapped

Like I'm drowning but I can't see what I'm drowning in
I feel up and then down and then I'm going round and round meeting the same rotting thoughts I thought when I got to the bottom of it

Turns out it's a continuous fall
Right into the belly of it all
Down in this dark dank dusty old pit I feel like I'm stinking
Like I'm sinking and there's nothing to hold
I'm stuck in this twisting wrong world
It's loud and it's harsh and I do what I'm told but I here people dying
And I'm seeing the cracks and once you've seen them you can't turn your back
I write words on pages, pages of words on pages they all say the same, sound the same, scream a pain my chest hurts
It's heavy and heaving and hollow.

This life is so fickle and brittle and broken
You are but a drop spilt hot in the ocean
Our world is fickle and brittle and broken
People are restless and hungry for motion
So feet stamp at pavements
Hearts punch their cages
These forms of blood and guts have raged through the ages
Say we are dreamers for hoping
Say we are wasting our time
But bit by bit we chip away we break the stone and mold the clay because no, we will not stand for this
We will not let the silence hiss
Because life is so fickle and brittle and broken
And it is but a drop spilt hot in the ocean.
Track Name: Home
I go home,
To see the sea alone,
When you were here with me,
it felt like home.
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