We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Orange Frames in Standard

by Lord Hugo The Poet

/

  • Streaming + Download

    Purchasable with gift card

     

1.
Asymptote 01:48
2.
Orange Frames of Eidolon 03:12
lyrics
Build a fire built of limbs, limbs of former lives and friends. Dance around like manic indians, like 10 years olds used to pretend. Burn the past up like a forest fire, do it just to wipe the slate clean. You don't like ghosts, you've never did. So let them burn, froth at the seams. Do it, just to watch it all, watch life wither like trees and leaves. People die, they live, they're born. Our bodies go, our actions keep. Don't forget that fire, kindle it. Stock the kindling, orange frames tonight ignite. Yellow haze masks your ambition, pseudo-saint, in saint-like light. Burn the past up like a forest fire. Be all alone, satisfying to no ends! Now reflective, was once chiral. Feel phantom tendons twist and bend. Do it, just to watch it all, watch life wither like trees and leaves. People die, they live, they're born. Our bodies go, our actions keep.
3.
Lacklust 03:08
lyrics
Another Lacklust day, I feel life dripping away, Life starting to erode and decay, But I know, sometime it'll be ok, Because You, Bring life in the arid wastelands of my heart, You, keep me from falling apart I know sometimes it feels like there is no one in this world who cares and I know that, sometime it'll be ok When everything in life is falling down Cast your eyes up above
4.
El Interludo 01:03
5.
GM Life 03:49
lyrics
Daily Mirror says, If I eat tomatoes I will become a tomatoe. I did it anyway. On a very windy day, I planned to climb a hill, but jack and jill said don't go. I did it anyways. Dollies limbs and hermans hide, remain preserved in formaldehyde, how far will we go, which genes specific, what happened to our race, can't tell the difference, between morals and ethics. Oh No! Here come the giant chickens. Non fictionise your fiction, listen. Recombinant DNA, here make incision. Ligase, endonuclease, Glow in dark, I christen. Bath its head, and weigh it’s face. It’s head’s to big, it’s colours strange. Would you ever eat a purple tomato ? Even if it’d make the cancer go ? Put human will to the test, Lives progression, worth less and less. Let’s make silk come out a cows udder, Immunology is tortured, from disease no rest. Lies and lies and lies and lies, Soon goats own jobs, ‘would you like fries’ Name badges read, ‘Beware, I bite’ what happened to our race, can't tell the difference, between morals and ethics. Oh No! Here come the giant chickens. Non fictionise your fiction, listen. Recombinant DNA, here make incision. Ligase, endonuclease, Glow in dark, I christen.
6.
C'est Francais 02:42
lyrics
A man looks out his window, screams and breaks the glass before him. Hates it that he's always single. No better was he, romance killings. It was you who broke it up, sunconscious, can see it in your eyes, can see it in your ears, Hire Wiccans to make up potions. J'espère que vous pourrir en enfer. Looking out the window, gawp at all who pass. Erect at every noise, lets all his hair stand on end. He knows this extended dry run can't last. He can no longer close his eyes, pull back, and pretend. It was you who broke it up, sunconscious, can see it in your eyes, can see it in your ears, Hire Wiccans to make up potions. J'espère que vous pourrir en enfer.
7.
Acid Reflux 01:16
lyrics
Acid Reflux ahh ahhh ahhhh
8.
I 02:14
9.
Stoning 01:52
lyrics
So you slaughtered the lambs from questionable births, To sow the seeds of conviction to burn from the hearth. Yet so cold, So cold, Is the fire raging in your mind, Burning you from the inside. Pale eyes stare back at you, as you don't read the signs. Feeble voices torment you, and leave you ill-advised. See it's not what you did, It's the way that you did it. Actions all alone, And still no forthright atonement.
10.
Turpentine Fluid 03:53
lyrics
Soak myself in a bath of turpentine fluid. Because the art that I've created is decrepid, The colours once adorned my sleeves, So vivid, but now, so dull. Run it through my hair, Because that's the worst part. Scribbled over. Re-invented. Everyone loves it, Because it looks like some Jackson Pollock #. Soak myself in a bath of turpentine fluid, To get away from bias. Because I'm a piece of street art, And it's overrated anyway. Time to drop out of the fickle pig's eyes. Time to wash oer what I've made. It was never any good to begin with.
11.
Baghead 03:06
lyrics
Words. Four letters, two syllables that got me where I am today. I thought that I was normal, Uttered spite and sweet the same. From rags to riches, parents, and from riches down to rags. At nighttime, it all seems ok. A sea of hens, cruel hearted stags. To witness such from such a distance, disheartening from such great heights. Waste of space, baron drain, your stance. A piss soaked bag head, what a sight.
12.
Was it Love 02:44
lyrics
Can't find the lyrics. Sorry. It's easy enough to hear anyway.
13.
Eidolon 01:13
lyrics
Haven;t got the lyrics. Sorry.
14.
Ghosts at Moonlight 02:43
15.
Barking Mad 00:30
16.
Phantom Lights 01:13
lyrics
Can;t find the lyrics yet again.
17.
Another Smeared Lens 02:51
lyrics
Another smeared lens, more past tense, memories come flooding back. Another smeared lens, ink stained pens, the words are written on the wall. Just look up, stretching down the hall. Is this really what you wanted for us ? Cold hearted speeches, and a soap omnibus
18.
Saline 03:02
lyrics
Saline water in my nostrils, Clearing sinus’ proved unfaithful. Home remedies always work. Salt water remains null. Drive down to the beach, Bury my face in the sea. Snort it up. Plankton and all. Give my skin an earthly sheen. It’s natures only way, Once I’ve finished bathing, Take a piss in the ocean for good luck. The public watching. Scathing. (‘Just adding a little more salt, guys’ That didn’t go down too well. Shame, It took the whole drive to come up with that. No live at the Apollo then.) Get home and get the Beconase, And shove it back up there. Squeeze it, shoot that shit into the nasal cavity. Draw back, tears prudent, unaware. Too many times, excessive mucus, Lest another problem to discuss. Sterimar is out. Fuck, back to the pharmacy. (This isn’t a good life. This isn’t living.) Praying, that the Saline, soon to Take me, Away. Lately, I’ve been Shaking, addicted, Craving, salt water Praying.
19.
Winter's Discomfort 01:08
lyrics
Just me making stupid noises.
20.
Syntaxis 01:05
21.
By The Lakeside 03:29
lyrics
Walk through trees that tower tall, Walk by rushes laying small. Walk inside brown rustic halls. Green with envy, wooden shoals. Tentative squirrels, eyes peering, knowing. In the distance birdsong. Oaken quarrels, branches leering, overthrowing. Reaching over, as far as long. Walk by the lakeside, glistening bright. Refracting moonlight, blinding night With ethereal visions or dissipating light. Standing to attention, like some bucolic knight. The world remains idyllic, autumnal showers leaving. The snow begins to gently settle. Undergrowth worries, life as a cynic, the natural world is seething. The ore of the world is the jagged brown metal. And the forest admires, With sounds of faint choirs. Inside rages all but The Earth’s eternal fires. Separate it from Narcissus, Cut the cord with ebon scissors. Veiled in black, of mortal desires, Hark Heralds sing, with silent lyres. The cord was cut, But remains wooden wires. Walk through trees that tower high, Just look around. The forest is alive!

about

Demo/Album/Whatever. Some songs pieced together from random sessions. Some, even years apart. More releases to follow.

credits

released July 23, 2012

Lord Hugo Whitedorf - Guitar, Vocals, Keyboard, Harmonica.
My Dog - Barking

All recorded by myself in my bedroom onto my laptop, using a singstar microphone and a Christmas stocking over the top as a sound filter.

All were recorded in one take (barring the harmonica, and solo guitar parts when they make an appearance). What I mean is that for most, I literally recording me playing the guitar and singing as one, at the same time, through the same microphone. I didn't use a metronome or click-track so I go out of time alot, my voice is off more than it is on and the songs are disgustingly bad, but it all adds to it's charm.

All songs written by Lord Hugo Whitedorf.

Album art by Lord Hugo Whitedorf

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Lord Hugo Whitedorf image

Lord Hugo Whitedorf UK

Lord Hugo Whitedorf. The Man. The Myth. The Legend. The Poet. The Genius Songwriter. Or so he'd have you believe. Our noble friend has been playing and making music for several years, but only now has he opted to release the cacophony committed to recordings. Prepare for badly written songs, off key singing and audio clipping the likes of which has never been seen. ... more

contact / help

Contact Lord Hugo Whitedorf

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Orange Frames in Standard, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Saxophonist Isaiah Collier chats about his new LP and the influence of Pharoah Sanders.
listen now