All songs were performed by L-10. Recorded using modplug tracker, and analog equipment during the year 2005.

All songs written and performed by L-10 except "the joker" written by Steve Miller. Used without Permission."Honey Glazed" by R. Scott Sharp and L-10. Samples in "Honey Glazed" from New Line Cinema's "Pleasantville". Sample in "London Below" from the BBC version of Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere. Music in "One Half of the Day" by J. Hess and L-10, words by L-10. Lyrics in "Miracle Girl" by RT and L-10, music by L-10.



« SAINTS »



Keep this to yourself. I've seen things i can't explain.



But this day was made for us. and I'll tell you this much that i know, I'm no saint and you're no saint, and this day was made for us to feel.



Tears have no place here. We will wait for you.


But this day was made for us. and I'll tell you this much that i know, I'm no saint and you're no saint and this day was made for us to love.

and this day was made for us. and I'll tell you this much that i know, I'm no saint and you're no saint and this day was made for us to live.




« AND I PROMISE »



I won't forget you when you are gone.



And i fade away. And i save the day. And i pave the way. and i promise.




« FINCHES »



They came to visit. It didn't last. They warned me this would be my last.



But finches never told me anything i could disprove. And houseguests never mention you. It kept me satisfied to know how far away that you stayed.



They stole some towels and made a mess. But still i thought of them no less.



They left today. I helped them pack. They said, "no need. we won't be back."



But finches never told me anything i could disprove. And houseguests never mention you. Lawn Boy's at the front door, and Jeffery's in the back. And i can't make you believe me but i want to.




« MISLED »



I sat for hours left to brood about a boy that I once knew. What's a man suppossed to do, when he's feeling torn in two?



So now the rain will turn to ice and I will never be that nice. I hear a voice inside my head.



Years together, months apart. Could never find the words to start. Explinations falling short of all the ways you broke my heart.



Watch it turn to fear. I'm busting out of here. Voice inside my head. Misled.



Thought we were better friends. and now we're bitter men. The voices fill my head. I've been misled.



(I've something to prove.) I've been misled.("ve nothing to do.) I've been misled.(i'll start again new.) I've been misled.(I'll always blame you.) I have been misled.




« HONEY GLAZED »



Never one for confrontations. Left without your clothes. Heard you crying from the bedroom. One more broken home. Dancing till the sunbreak. Smiling as you twirl. Never showing pain. 5th dimensional girl.



Honeyglazed and sugar coated. Half is sweet but twice is nice. One more round of sugar coating. I'll take death over suicide.



Too weak to go on living. Too scared to try and not. Hand her over to them. Let them teach you wrong. Grind into an ashtray. Make a circle with your hands. Boxing in a cornfield. Never stand a chance.



Honeyglazed and sugar coated. Half is sweet but twice is nice. One more round of sugar coating. I'll take death over suicide. I'll choose life over suicide. I choose her over suicide.




« TAXIDERMISTTEAPARTIES »



Try your best to be a pest. Use your voice to make a choice. Flip the bird to be absurd. Force a sneeze to spread disease.



Give me a washcloth. give me a razor. give me a needle and thread. give me some lightning. give me your loved ones and they'll never leave you again.



Use a lake to drown a snake. Bring in rocks to fill this box. Rip the chord to torch the sword. Write one song before you're gone.



Scream out loud at poison clouds. Never spurn what you have learned. Wait 'till fall to make the call. Use this space to fix your face.




« THE VERNON M. HOWELL SCHOOL OF LEADERSHIP ALMA MATER (FOLLOW MY LEAD) »



Give me a wheel a map and a mile and there is no place i cannot call home. beauty mistaken for such malformation i will not live with the pain. certainly you feel the same.



Give me your longgreen, your lives and your credence. This is the gospel according to me. Follow my lead and you'll join me in heaven i will not leave you in the rain. your morals wash out like a stain.




« THE CAN »



I aint about to tap out so i'll let ya. I aint about to pass out so i'll let ya.



I heard you been talkin shit, unsanitized shit about who could beat who in a fight for your life. Well let me tell you something it's the fight in the dog not the dog in the fight and this dog's been known to bite.



I command the grain and grape. I have stood between man and ape.



Now it's time to open up a can of whoop ass. Don't you make me bust you up again with whoopass.



I aint about to pass out so i'll let ya. I aint about to gas out so i'll let ya.



Step up, step up, step up for round two. Gonna chop you in the chest and make the crowd say "woo!" You best cover up cause i'm comin for the kill and if the left don't get you then the right one will.



When we go over the lips and past the tongue. Look out darlin cause here it comes.




« ONE HALF OF THE DAY »



Hey! Hey! Hey! One half of the day.



I never lie. I'm wearing faces. And if you need me i'll be riding shotgun camelback. I wait for signs. I go complacent. What goes on in my head is what my head is going on.



So never mind. You'll never place it. What seems familar isn't whats familar as it seems. I never try for fear of losing. Whatever works is working and whatever breaks is my fault.



« MIRACLE GIRL »



She's a miracle sort of girl. And she changes what she touch. Like a leaf in shade. Shifting with the sun.



Birth the colors flame as the seasons change. I wish she would stop talking and find something to say.



She's a miracle sort of girl. Bringing song to where she walks. Dancing in the rain. Smoking in the dark.


Like a thousand fireflies of diamond-winged joy. She's never very certain that she even likes the boys.

She's a miracle sort of girl. Laughter haunts her breath. Softening the pain growing in her chest.

I thank god for life's little miracles. I thank god for the names that they take. I thank god for the people they become. I thank god for every little thing.

She's a miracle sort of girl and her heart can hold the world.




« HIBERNATION INSTINCT »



All my life with this face, Gleaming knife empty space, Shattered glass dollar bill, Ball of snow my whole world.



I'm going back to sleep. I cannot fight my instinct anymore. The call of my bed is so inviting. Set the alarm, wake me when the snow is gone. I'm going back to sleep.



Pretty ghost haunt my block, Pass through doors she don't knock, Fever dream half a mind, silent scream right on time.


I'm going back to sleep. I cannot fight my instinct anymore. The lull of the cold is overwhelming. Set the alarm, wake me when the snow is gone. I'm going back to sleep.

Strain my voice falling down, devil's choice quarter ounce, broken toe girl on girl, ball of snow my whole world.

I'm going back to sleep. The lull of the cold is overwhelming. I'm going back to sleep. I cannot fight my instinct anymore. I'm going back to sleep.




the music industry doesn't work.

music is about emotion. either a song is written derived from an emotion the musican feels at the time or the listener feels a strong emotion from the song while listening. one of these things need to happen everytime. sometimes both happen. but sometimes neither does.

I remember the 10+ years of songwriting i've done. i remember the machine-like process of writing a song, then recording it, then hearing it a billion times while mixing it, then copywriting it, then playing it live while waiting for mass production, and by the time these emotions get from my brains to your ears their old news to me. been there, done that.

and the way the music industry appears to work, the system of getting signed to a major label, getting "produced" by a guy who just turns knobs and hasn't heard these songs more than once. having the corporate office tell you what you can and can't do because they sign your checks, it all gets in the way of what the music is essentially about: emotion.

alot of times the emotion gets lost in the shuffle. sometimes it's never there. sometimes it's trapped under the steel of the compact disc and you need to crack the casing to reveal the soft, warm, fleshy feelings the music is there to produce underneath.

Hibernation Instinct is about emotion.

Hibernation Instinct is a 12-month experiment in bucking the system. For the next year I am going to write songs. Record them and mix them down as they come to me, finish old ones, and put them up for your listening pleasure as soon as i'm done with them. from my lips to your ears. At least once a month i will post a song for your enjoyment in Mp3 format and when the next one comes along it will replace the last. Kind of like singles, only nobody makes an album of singles because, hell, if the record company tells you that you only need 4 radio hits and the rest of the album you can do whatever you like, why bother?

I also will provide links to a paypal account with each song. This doesn't mean you HAVE to pay for the music, because that, in my opinion, is just another broken cog of the old machine. Think of it as the empty guitar case in front of the street performer. if you like what you hear toss a couple coins in. If the coins add up to enough, I'll be more inclined to write more songs.

I also ask of you that you tell anyone and everyone about what i'm doing and provide them with access to the music and myself. Make my ass famous.

Hibernation Instinct is now complete.

I learned alot of things over the course of this twelve month project. Things about recording, things about writing, and things about myself. I've gained some self confidence and come to realizations of my own limitations. Originally this was a new year's resolution that was as follows: "write one song a month and post it online and see what happens." I think i accomplished that, and that, as they say, will do. I'm not sure what i'll do now that it's over and i'm not sure what i'll do with this site now that i'm done, but i'm sure i'll think of something. thanks to all that listened and sent more here to listen and enjoy. Drop me an email at the space below with questions, comments, or just a what's up.

Thank you and goodnight.

C.

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