The First Collection.

by ZachoFraser.

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Just independently released this. These are first four tracks I've ever written. For this ep, they are conceptual in lyrics and sound


released 09 November 2013

Morgan Allen: Production + additional composition.
Zachary Fraser - Baxter: Song writing, vocals, keys, guitars, drums.
Production credited to Nomad Sound Store



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Track Name: 4Track/Spitting Bullets.
What it takes for, you to fall,
butterflies never, flew past my face,
Good intentions, thrown away,
well they never, flew past my face.

Playing the big games, watch my face,
I'm equal and flying, self portraits unseen.

Critiques spitting, oh I didn't see,
Sadness screaming, watch my face,
Don't drop tears, or fire bullets,
I'm working on it, watch my face.
Track Name: 3Track/Making Fiction.
The supernatural, upholding the insane
Moonlight refracts from a cats eye
Seeing nothing but lies, my head continues to try
Seeing nothing but lies, my head continues to try
Track Name: 2Track/Material of My Own.
I'm absorbed, in my mess mess mess,
In writing, a mind mind mind test.

Dream catchers

The further i'm in, the deeper I go,
Ballpoint ink, on pages I know.

Dream catchers.
Track Name: 1Track/Helix.
Once upon a time, I was free,
No whisperings in the wind,
Each thought tenant moved silently,
The fee.

'Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind, we think too much.' - Charlie Chaplin

In time things turned twisted,
Each hour hand, gifted,
Thoughts I'd learn to regret,
Thoughts I'd learn to regret.