By the light of the stars and the light of the dawn this operation has been around waiting for opportunity and opportunity strikes time and time again. Fueled by the kindest folks of the world we operate in near silence only concentrating on the next record. What it could be..
What it can't be..
What it should be..
What it shan't be..
Eat, sleep, record, repeat. Listen. Listen. Listen. Laugh. Cry. Damn near die. Why?
Because the more terrifying question comes to this side.
What if it wasn't?
What if those sounds never left?
What if they never came? Would the pacing breach the floor? Would sleep never return again? Would those burning calories within these human cells waste away forever?
Good, bad and ugly, all are acted upon by universal ebb and flow and excrete their results in a meticulous manor. We watch these ideas from beginnings until fruition in an attempt to build the better lightening bottle. How hard could it be? Too hard and still we come to these terms anyhow. We bow and circumvent the way in the hopes there may be another way to entertain someday but til then it's not a serious as it is Sirius and reliant on the possibility of a tomorrow. The eyes of a tomorrow. The ears of a tomorrow. And the feelings of a tomorrow..
-forever ringing in tinnitus-