Uploaded July 2016 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
I haven't written a song in a very long time and I must say that for me often times the need to express myself through music arises when I very stressed out or anxious about something or life in general. As you may have guessed I don't write very many happy songs. This song is a work in progress and I haven't decided if I like it or want to proceed further with it but it was important for me to just put it out there. It is recorded live and because I don't have recording gear I laid it down live on two cameras. The out of focus filters are intentional because I don't want to look at myself continually and figured you all wouldn't want to either. The meaning is for another post but I can say that since we moved out to GA there have been a staggering number of people who have drowned in the Lake near our house and I swear there seems to be a house fire every other day (line: ashes on a Birthday Cake).
Been thinking about picking up some microphones and recording software and maybe I will. I wasn't even going to record this one but a lovely woman in the UK asked me to share it. A link to her killer music and outfit is below.
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Lake Body:
Ashes on a Birthday cake
another body in the lake
as days go by, days go by
Weeping like a broken boat
breathing till you start to choke
as days go by, days go by
Chasing ghosts of all the things you love the most
but you can't have them, you can't hold them
Your Dream maker is nothing but a holy faker
now you're getting older, just getting colder
White shirt with a bloody stain
An angel on the window pane
as days go by, as days go by
Hungry for a piece of toast
Sunday all the stores are closed
as days go by, days go by
Chasing ghosts of all the things you love the most
but you can't have them, you can't hold them
Your Dream maker is nothing but a holy faker
now you're getting older and getting colder
Chasing ghosts of all the things you love the most
but you can't have them, you can't hold them
Your Dream maker is nothing but a holy faker
now you're getting older and getting colder
now you;re getting, just getting colder
words and music by American Pancake
(robb donker)
I haven't written a song in a very long time and I must say that for me often times the need to express myself through music arises when I very stressed out or anxious about something or life in general. As you may have guessed I don't write very many happy songs. This song is a work in progress and I haven't decided if I like it or want to proceed further with it but it was important for me to just put it out there. It is recorded live and because I don't have recording gear I laid it down live on two cameras. The out of focus filters are intentional because I don't want to look at myself continually and figured you all wouldn't want to either. The meaning is for another post but I can say that since we moved out to GA there have been a staggering number of people who have drowned in the Lake near our house and I swear there seems to be a house fire every other day (line: ashes on a Birthday Cake).
Been thinking about picking up some microphones and recording software and maybe I will. I wasn't even going to record this one but a lovely woman in the UK asked me to share it. A link to her killer music and outfit is below.
facebook.com/glassglassglassglass
Lake Body:
Ashes on a Birthday cake
another body in the lake
as days go by, days go by
Weeping like a broken boat
breathing till you start to choke
as days go by, days go by
Chasing ghosts of all the things you love the most
but you can't have them, you can't hold them
Your Dream maker is nothing but a holy faker
now you're getting older, just getting colder
White shirt with a bloody stain
An angel on the window pane
as days go by, as days go by
Hungry for a piece of toast
Sunday all the stores are closed
as days go by, days go by
Chasing ghosts of all the things you love the most
but you can't have them, you can't hold them
Your Dream maker is nothing but a holy faker
now you're getting older and getting colder
Chasing ghosts of all the things you love the most
but you can't have them, you can't hold them
Your Dream maker is nothing but a holy faker
now you're getting older and getting colder
now you;re getting, just getting colder
words and music by American Pancake
(robb donker)
