GHOST BAG

For the last time kiss me, say good night. Bury me, let the trees' roots hold me tight.

The summer has finally arrived, psyched for the long nights that are yet to come.

Bi-winning

Bi-winning

Oh yeah, my friends wanted you to know that you’ve pissed them off.

Oh yeah, my friends wanted you to know that you’ve pissed them off.

This is what I meant by “wighead”. Notice how my shirt says “weird” and “hardcore”, it was just meant to be.

This is what I meant by “wighead”. Notice how my shirt says “weird” and “hardcore”, it was just meant to be.

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Thought I’d just post it here in case you haven’t listened to it yet. Probably the sketchiest thing I’ve ever recorded though.

I still had to make a ten kilometer walk for a school assignment, so I figured I’d just do that today. As I started walking through this pretty comforting environment, I realized that I hadn’t had the feeling of not wanting to rush for a very long time. I spent my whole day basically enjoying the nature around me, while airdrumming to 30 Degrees Everywhere and The Age Of Quarrel. I even got to see some wild rabbits hopping around and I didn’t think of Facebook once. I didn’t edit the pictures, since I wouldn’t know how to.

Inside the information center

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Ghost Bag

—Possible intro

So I started writing this song today, don’t really know what to think of it yet. What’s sure is, that it’s far from finished and serious work needs to be done. Picked up my dusty “Baby Piano” and tried to record a part with that, even though I’m fully uncapable of it to say the least.