a mile high ride with COtu

Two songs born from long-distance flights and short-tempered tyrants: one navigates love and turbulence at 30,000 feet, while the other skewers fragile dictators clinging to their delusions — R&B infused alt-rock with sharp edges and a wink.

Created in collaboration with Trey W — aka Church of the Undecided (COtu) — a versatile instrumentalist, musician, and producer with deep creative roots.

Ozone is a song is for all the weary post-holiday travelers drifting through time zones—winter to summer, coast to coast, up to down—riding the full arc from love to “sort-of-like,” excitement to ennui, then round-trip back again. It’s a pop song… but more of a postmodern post-mortem of that tiny slice of summer north of the equator—already slipping back into winter. A transpacific leap of faith, it begins with a flight and a spark of hope, until exhaustion sets in and you land a stranger on the other side. These leaps are for lovers. Trapped together in a metal cabin, you see each other—and yourself—clearly for the first time. Or is it the last?

Written by COtu and Jh0st
Trey W: Production, Acoustic Drum Kit, Guitar, Piano, Sequences, Programming
Jh0st: Vocals, Saxophone, lyrics
Mix: TreyW/Tim Johnson
Mastering: Mark Felish

O-zone
Tip a toe and walk around the no
Fly-zone flap a wings land a sea…

…Turtle like a feather
Sounds like brisbane’s weather
Like beautiful christmas eve still dressed for halloween
Of roundabout clouds go flying mile-high fantasy
Just to chase your morning kiss
To the rainbow’s end we missed

O-zone
What are we slyly waiting for?
Can we take any chances granted
Con-trails
Go up in day-glo in the mid-dle or in between

O-zone
what are we waiting for?
Fate or Chance… Or crash land in between

So fly on sky miles echoing empty seats
So cry on wings of stranger angels

…turn like a feather
Sounds like brisbane’s weather
Like beautiful christmas eve still dressed for halloween
Of roundabout clouds go flying mile-high fantasy
Just to chase your morning kiss
To the rainbow’s end we missed

O-zone
Shaking plane all through night…
Fate or chance?
Fasten your seat belts tight

Baby kicked the seat And nicked daddy’s cheek
Angry steward spilled wine tipping wings
Your free movie just became reality

O-zone!
Let’s pull our parachutes down to your sideways frown

O—zone, no fly zone
Crashing landing strip
Turn back time to summer’s breeze
…on winter’s eve

Small Ugly Fingers is a satirical alt-rock jab at fragile strongmen and their cartoonish delusions of power, this track takes aim at dictators with tiny egos and even smaller… everything else. It swings between dark humor and razor-sharp critique, reminding us that propaganda and “big lies” can only hide the truth for so long.

Written by COtu and Jh0st
Trey W: Production, Acoustic Drum Kit, Sequences, Programming
Jh0st: Vocals, slide guitar, lyrics

Small Ugly fingers
Pinch ‘n inch yeah that’s
called world domination
Envy every penny

Stop… your… white fanta-sizing
Dic..ta…tor red combover

Rewind the big lie
‘Cuz we all forgot the truth
Measure once, cut twice
For the threesome in denial

Love letters prove you can’t beat
what you can’t see
Riding the rocket’s red glare
Dictator fantasy…

Toadstool unusual
hate slogans on the wall
Look down you can’t see
past lumps of yeti cheese…

Don’t talk about your ratings
we all know what’s not up
Nothing to be ashamed
When there’s nothing to brag about

Foreplay the big lie
‘Cuz you’ll never hide the truth:
Even mushroom soup
Got more spice than your little troops

Small ugly fingers
Pinch all your pennies tight
Rain from the Ritz
Wink and you’ll miss it
So hush baby cry
Some of them will still
believe your white lies…