(prod. saké by the water)
if the world was ending, would you come to me?

WHEN THE WORLD IS GONE (PROD. SAKÉ BY THE WATER)

Which Road Is Blown By The Wind

Great Escape

Apatheism

Prod. MiddingBeats 2
Lyrics:
time flys by
why can't you stay
in my eyes 
i'm not okay
i'm sorry for you

I can't wrap my arms around you 
anymore
I know why
staying apart 
growing
you don't like me anymore

why am I done with you
you broke my heart
fuck you

you don't want me anymore
I can't blame you 
at all

time flys by
why can't you stay
in my eyes 
i'm not okay
i'm sorry for you

something peaceful
broken
being alone
i'm right
something peaceful
broken
being alone
i'm right

broken.

You ever feel like you don’t know where home is? You keep searching but no matter where you go it never feels right. Or maybe you know exactly where home is, your searching made you realize that home is a specific person or place, home is where you make it.  

Danny Arcane hits ‘Home’ and your heart in his new VHS jammed video packed with footage of his hometown, past travels, and old friends. His lyrics describe a traveler trying his luck living all across the country with no success, “couldn’t live in the South, like to run my mouth,” with a hook that contemplates the idea of finally settling down but being unsure where he should plant his roots.  

“I’ve moved around quite a bit and it’s always been hard for me to form solid roots, I always felt like I was never truly home. I think I’ve finally reached a point in my life where I’ve realized I can turn wherever I am into the place I call home. Whether that’s in the midwest or the west coast, I’ve realized home is wherever you want it to be” - Danny Arcane  

Footage of a sunset in Los Angeles, the Statue of Liberty, and a BBQ in Milwaukee are displayed while jangly,  reverb drenched guitars surround your ears alongside punchy drums and a warm bass that feel like a hug from your old best friend in high school.

LYRICS

Want to be a Cali boy
But I really love the Midwest
Didn't really want to leave
But Winter had be depressed
Couple bucks pushed my luck
Tried living on the East Coast
Life fast, rent high
Couldn't get what I need most
Where do I go
from here
I don't know

Maybe I should start thinking 'bout settling down
Maybe I should start thinking 'bout going home
Where I've been
Where I've roamed
I don't know where to go
Are the mountain range or Great Lakes made for me

Couldn't live in the South
Like to run my mouth
Said the best headed West
To see the fuss is about 
Had the urge and a crave
For a trip and some change
Got distracted by the beauty of the mountain range
Where do I go
from here
I don't know

Maybe I should start thinking 'bout settling down
Maybe I should start thinking 'bout going home
Where I've been
Where I've roamed
I don't know where to go
Are the mountain range or Great Lakes made for me

Maybe I should start thinking 'bout settling down
Maybe I should start thinking 'bout going home
Where I've been
Where I've roamed
I don't know where to go
Are the mountain range or Great Lakes made for me

Home

Written, performed and recorded by Matthew Sedivy
Drums and mixing by Cian Riordan
Mastered by Ruairi O'Flaherty of Nomograph Mastering

For more information, visit: www.sedivymusic.com

@sedivymusic

the way it goes

The Voice In The Silence

Tellement, comme un cri du coeur, du ras le bol, un peu d'humour et de légèreté. Quand t'en as plus rien à foutre. #pop #rock #rienafoutre

Rien À Foutre

a distant, echoing call—dry and crackling
steady wingbeats slicing damp morning air
talons rasping against bark before liftoff
sharp, reverberating cries fluttering in the sky
close, rhythmic, feathers brushing air like paper fans
a rush of many wings rising at once—like leaves tossed in wind
one harsh, guttural voice cracking through the flock
air passing through wings, a chorus of lift and drift
tap tiny claws adjusting mid-air on a current
echoes melting into the distance—like fading rain

caw...caw... distant reply, like a voice across fog
whuff—whuff—whuff— wingbeats rising in sync
fwoomp... fwoomp... others joining the rhythm
skreee...kraaaa... answer sharp, dragging through the wind
flap... flap... flap...flapflapflapflap— a sudden burst as they regroup mid-air
caw-WAH! caw-wah... softer echo, following behind
skrriiitch... talons lifting from a branch
tik... tik... others peeling off one by one
hwwaashhhh— a gust surges under their wings
whoooshhh... they ride it together
kreeeee! KRAA! KRAA! urgent now—shaping the direction of flight
flap... glide... flap... hush... swoosh... settling into a long, dark ribbon across the sky

Murder in the Wind

Summertime Again

as long as you have yourself you have someone

broken.

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