Brutal noise with acoustic guitars and "unclean" vocals.
Brutal vocals with mornful acoustic guitars and strange noises.
Peickman's Model was created out of hatred, lonelyness and saddness. In an effort to create some strange music i created the first song "I Won't Tell..."
Please enjoy if you can.
Story behind the song
The song is plain and simple about lonelyness.
Lyrics
Dreaming Drones
Deny me eyeless one.
I slid far, to penetrate sludge,
Muck of you that dies each morn.
To your brink, and deeper, still.
But nothing learned, not of you, nothing of your tongue;
I would not deny my own.
No, not now, not before, and still, in truth, not then!
For there is sin in empty places,
I have seen; but none from you.
So what of eyes? What of skin? Of dreaming drones instead of lines?
They are nothing without you,
Muck it squirms and seals me there.
Into mind, but away from earth.
For there is little I can feel, within you, but apart from you.
Oh I wonder, still, without substance, why I care at all.
I still plunder, without sanction, what my mind might do to you,
And if it be that wings fly well, then, what of you?
