• Type mp3 | Uploaded Wed, 03 Jun 2015 01:14:23 -0400
  • File size 3,002.28 Kylobytes | Track # 3
  • Year 2015 | Album Not available
  • Genre Acoustic | Comments

    A non-mastered recording of song a wrote a few months ago with my friend Max in Dublin. It's about someone whose life is perfect until they realise they have an image/ego.

    I grew up in this little town
    High where I was born, north of the clouds
    In that seaside oasis only happy faces
    Nothing but love constructed the places

    One day I decided to fly for a swim
    Door was open, they didn't see me come in
    I showed them my paintings, my chocolates, my tea
    No matter what I did they wouldn't look at me

    Hey hey hey
    My soul's on display

    So I looked around to see what the fuss was
    I'm not really sure what was there cuz
    Before I could find it something caught my eye
    My very reflection, my mirror, my own my

    Hey hey hey
    My soul's made of clay
    What shape are we

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Rhythm Guitar, Lead Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Other Percussion, Keyboard, Piano, Steel guitar, Upright bass.


Looking for a guitarist near DTLA to write songs and start a band with. I've been a vocalist in various projects for over 10 years.

Want to paint a progressive sound both heavy and soft with hints of psychedelia. Classic rock covers would also be cool.

Feel free to email or call:


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Member since:
Jun 02 2015
Active over 1 month ago
Level of commitment:
Very Committed
Years playing music:
Gigs played:
10 to 50
Tend to practice:
2-3 times per week
Available to gig:
2-3 nights a week
Most available:


Microphone, Voice Transformer, acoustic guitar (can be plugged into lead)