don't listen to at night, and alone. but use headphones if you do.

Iam taking a digital music class this sememster.
This is my first project.
The rules were:
1. Download free samples/sound.
2. Alter sounds to make something different.

After completed the professor played all the projects in class.
After hearing mine his response was:
"........hmmm...... well..... Marten..... that was the scariest thing I've ever heard."

true story.

It's kinda creepy/disturbing.
just a warning.








I hope I did not ruin your day,

ps. my wife found the track to be funny, so maybe it's not actually scary.


have a nice day.

"pray for the people inside your head"

some songs stuck in my head.

Tickle me pink, I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skin
Except I've never been as sweet
I've rolled around the orchard and found myself too awkward
And tickle me green, I'm too naive

Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down
Pushed back through the leafy ground

Time is too early, my hair isn't curly
I wish I was home and tucked away
When nothing goes right and the future's dark as night
What you need is a sunny, sunny day

Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down
Pushed back through the leafy ground

Don't know where I can find myself a brand new pair of ears
Don't know where I can buy a heart
The one I've got is shoddy, I need a brand new body
And then I can have a brand new start

Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down
Pushed back through the leafy ground

Monsters in the valley and shootings in the alley
And people fall flat at every turn
There is no straight and narrow, offload your wheelbarrow
And pick up your sticks and twigs to burn

Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down
Pushed back through the leafy ground

Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
When you're dead, when you're dead
When you're dead, when you're dead
When you're dead, when you're dead
When you're dead, when you're dead, when you're

We would like to reside somewhere along a wide mountainside. 
Sleep the street and sound of marching feet away or hide. 

We’ll give up on this town, the people who fill the air with their sound. 
Hear the noise of girls and boys abound. Rejoice. 

I love you for your wit, not for the shit you spout in your dreams. 
Grace the ground and love you finally found in me or leave. 

The wind won’t wait to blow you down. 
And leaves can change only so slow 
So keep your legs on the concrete ground. 
The truth to find is in what we don’t know.



have a nice day

mirror mirror

I had a dream that I purchased a wide-rear-view mirror for my car.

.end.

have a nice day

boxes

brown boxes climb my walls.
lock me in.
mass produced, but never ending.
browns boxes lock me in.
I break and smash and throw you away,
like lemmings you die and again pile high.
brown boxes
brown boxes shall be the death of me.

life in a warehouse