My story;
well, it goes something like this,
i wake up in strange beds from time to time,
everything white, sedated to the point of nonsense,
smelling like something died on the way there.
It all goes calm for a while, I record some music, I make some friends, I play with a few bands and then it all goes pitch black again, you wake up in a strange bed, on a strange cell, and you know something has gone wrong. Sedated to the point of nonsense you grab the acoustic guitar and start playing a few songs which your wake self forgets, so it's off to get the subconcius to find it's way out wh... (+) expand

My story;
well, it goes something like this,
i wake up in strange beds from time to time,
everything white, sedated to the point of nonsense,
smelling like something died on the way there.
It all goes calm for a while, I record some music, I make some friends, I play with a few bands and then it all goes pitch black again, you wake up in a strange bed, on a strange cell, and you know something has gone wrong. Sedated to the point of nonsense you grab the acoustic guitar and start playing a few songs which your wake self forgets, so it's off to get the subconcius to find it's way out which once again is gonna through myself into that dark, moist place where my soul seems to thrive.
Thats the story except I'm ommiting everything. (-) collapse