Brandy Pertson

here's another phone track to keep you sweating

I redid the vocals, reprogrammed the drums, and cleaned up a few of the guitar sections. I'm still recording and editing everything on my phone so bear with me! and please let me know what you think!!

hey friends!! I wrote this song a week ago. I recorded and produced this demo 100% with my phone. the quality is not great but it gives you an idea of what my next project will sound like. my plan for the new year is to have this song properly recorded and produced in a studio along with 5 other songs that I wrote earlier this year to make my first real EP. if you like the sound of this demo, please stick around and follow me on Instagram @branpertson to stay in the loop <3

Waves (DEMO) by oxy daisy 🌼

Clouds and Clear Water by oxy daisy 🌼

Here's a backyard improv session, B.C. I love you.

LYRICS: My WRITTEN lines are awesome but I'm spitting lies and splitting vines with SHITTY signs of caution; I be LONG in a coffin but my BODY isn't finished; my soul will unroll until POLLUTION is diminished--it's not often that I want it, Without it I'm a goner: solution for my problem; I'd rather break the mould and ex-HAIL into a coughing fit, in OTHER words I need designer hits with Miller Lites until the WATER gets too dank to drip; changed in a moment of CLARITY. Only as my veins try and burn away the CHARITY, FUCK, I'm scared of me; don't you see us waiting to reframe in the fame for self-gain? I'll never be acquitted of my karma deranged prophecy exchange. Neuropathy is strange. I'm Atypical with a copy of "The Brain," pathologically contained by the Ethos of the Great; the One for which replacement is a zero-sum state, and He showed me my plate, said I couldn't debate... A license on a rusty paperweight, 6'3... Rentals with compounding interest aren't a good investment but you LOVE and you caress it for a Eucharist-y lesson, still I YEARN and toil... as I'm simulating slave-driven EIGHT-TEENTH CENTURAYYY democracy-remains: Civil War Cranium, Captain of my team: I'm MORE than I appear to be, there's nothing like a dream... (then) it FLIPS; my crutches do eclipse humanity, I SLIP and get a little slap-happy on the scene, though I CLEAN with vaseline and bite the pillow for life, I've seen LIQUID gasoline in my arsenal of arms; in the Veins underneath, it screams to escape; the Difference is I wait because inertia takes place until the CYCLE of my fate like Halley's Comet turns away: an ORBIT of my faith creating halos in space. Frequencies are made and then the UNIVERSE creates. "Day" breaks itself dividing TIME and SPACE. Got a Crown until dawn and I struggle to don, And it dawns on me: I'm turned around in the wrong. Am I? Squandering the scholarly calling of the Dalai Lama? Scrawling on the walls a nonsensical feature-pharma? Scrolling on my wall to launch my head over feet to stardom? I don't want a part of it but life is uncharted, so I Took my birth certificate down to the Grace, they said this AIN'T no receipt, no returns or exchanges. "Your Contract was placed. My sincere apologies," signed Y-H-dubya-H. No contact info here...it says: "Use your own brain, and time will be made. No Shortcuts to the end, only detours. Okay? I AM And not afraid, to let you disobey... so hang Onto that certificate. Come back with a grave, "Your next of kin notified; a new one to be made. Like your current stasis bears with it a new naME. Nevermore identity or ever-glowing shame. Nothing like the pennies-a-plenty you try to claim." I'm "omnified" in presence, refuse to pay the cost, Slaps of mine defying a line that's finally crossed: my Testament is that I've truly unified in jest; with Love for sex and drugs, I will rock and roll in rest. Emo-thuggin', lovin' and huggin' on drug TRIPS, really- I JUST WANNA TRIP, BITCH, my psychosomatic condition AIN'T an illness; it's a thrill ride on the Styx - a Wishing well I'm making while slapping the gates of hell. A vision spell I'm breaking that's masking the mission well. Disasters and apparitions are filling my busy shelf. Actors and actresses always dissing my silly self. Wait, that's just me, and my echo-chamber elf, yo I'm better than the best because nobody's ever heard of me, so I don't get the courtesy of working with my flourish; I'm the Presence of uncertainty - that's just how I feel... Yes it seems absurd to me, but damn I'm not the dealer, just a PLAYER in the GAME, make a MESS when I BUST, and it HAPPENS too MUCH, so I'm SORRY for the NUT, but the LAW taught this BITCH to only HIT on EIGHTEEN PLUS, that's a TIME and a SPACE, like her THIGHS and her WAIST, bitches Thicker grow my dick to full-8, making love outta Hate, yeah I made that mistake, so I'm waiting for the Sole I can face - that's a play on my word if you don't Get it, too late.

3am freestyle featuring PSILO

This one's for my mom :) Written 2018. Recorded 2019.

if I record this song and all my dreams come true would I spend my time with you? for a while I have been withdrawn spent more time in the dark than the light you've shone on me I may be free but I'm still wrong but if I change my tune start reading and I don't mean the news give up the old time blues find a new step in my old shoes I would see an answer I would quit dancing around the truth maybe one day I'll quit this dreaming pack up all my shit and leave the memories to remind me that I could wake up old and grey unable to appreciate my memories decayed from years behind me for now I'll stick around but I don't wanna grow old in this new town I'll keep trying to play my sound pick my self up from the lost and found but I don't have a plan just a pen and a book in hand

TAL-ELEC7RO soft-synth experimentation.