Written mostly by Christian Hill, the best guitarist I know!

Ginny meets Johnny (ft Christian Hill)

Lyrics:
A golden beam slowly ferments at the seams.
Lurking chromatic tune, narcotic and truthful, I knew you
Comfortably, I'm cozy and warm
Can't free the creaks from my back, it's a norm.

Crunchy cigarette breath croons towards my ears, stuck to the breeze,
And I can't take this no more
Oh I can't stand the smell of your brine and air anymore.

Blindfolded ghosts in the night, 
They speak to me, they tell me to leave
Candle by candle goes out with each stride
And a new face stares back through the steam

A bubble of chaos bursts and in it my memories burn
This civic sweet engagement cements him on top of his throne
Anhedonic, melancholic, alcoholics not anonymous
And oh, with these covert operations, 
My dearly beloved burns

Dearly Beloved

Inspired by famous gothic novel, the Turn of the Screw, this piece captures a moment of reckoning where she must decide for herself what makes a decision good or bad. Set in a long car ride during a Michigan snowstorm, she’s forced to confront her reality: she has spent so much time trying to live for other peoples standards, that she has lost track of her own values, and in doing so, has ironically, gone down a path she didn’t think herself capable of walking. 

Lyrics:
Something transpired today, and suddenly my capacity for reason hits a ceiling.
So I met him anyway, but just for today. 
I knew this wasn’t good for me or you. 

Ain’t it cruel what you’d do for the sight of a dawn-less day, so tired of angels setting the standard for me. 
Could be true.

The Turn of the Wheel

Lyrics:
Running down the street
Running down the street
They're coming looking for cover
Cops approaching me
Cops approaching me
I promise I ain't got nothing

Hands in the air as if we care what's up there
Bowing our heads as if a prayer's all we could bare (is he serious?)

Shove a camera in my hiding place.
Let me bleed for you; I bet you'll think my acting's great.
Hook em, get em, listen to his neuroticism
Took em, bet em, messin with post-traumatic stressin
As if the fallen had never felt the weight of their own depression.

Pop under a desk
Come in looking for blood
The drills missed the gun
The drills missed the gun
The preparation was all for show.

Hands in the air as if we care what's up there
Bowing our heads as if a prayer's all we could bare (is he serious?)

Shove a camera in my hiding place.
Let me bleed for you; I bet you'll think my acting's great.
Hook em, get em, listen to his neuroticism
Took em, bet em, messin with post-traumatic stressin
As if the fallen had never felt the weight of their own depression

Oooh I hear the sirens comin round, get me out.
Oooh I hear the sirens comin round

Hook em, get em, listen to his neuroticism
Took em, bet em, messin with post-traumatic stressin 
As if the fallen had never felt the weight of their own depression.

Hive Mind

Lyrics:
I am just a pixel born to be anything
Born to need
I am lost in this galaxy that don't need me
Don't need me to breathe
When you say the answer's that easy
Do you really think you can fool me

And I hope the clicks will set me free
More pointless energy, more to see
What's the cost of ecstasy if it don't need me?
Don't need me to breathe
When you say the answer's that easy 
Do you really think you can fool me?

Not even Google herself knows my name,
Not even you go and sell for the fame,
Not even 2,000 years of the textbook game
Could bring all rules to their knees - 
they'll end your reign.

I know I- I- I- I can't live any longer,
But all I see are years to squander.
I know I- I- I- I can't live any longer,
But all I see are years to squander.

Existential Crisis

**Thanks to Christian Hill for writing and playing the guitar part on this track** 
Lyrics:
Your red Nissan’s on my drive again
Side swept bangs are gone
Glasses still there
Quiet dreamer of fair complexion
Tell me, did you change at all?

Sweet dreams turn sour babe
And the fire escapes

Tell me why, tell why does it still hurt sometimes in the cold of the night
600 miles still seems like too far
Too far for a heart to still break
Reunited by love of a far away place
How could you do it again?

Sweet dreams turn sour, turn sour
And the fire escapes again
Tell me, tell me why it still hurts

Psychedelic mirage of an old and rainy day
But the feeling remains 
Nearly snuffed out by time
Seared into the stitches that had mended my broken heart
Now sealed off my pain
And a wall just the same

Sweet dreams turn sour, turn sour

Sweet Dreams Turn Sour (ft Christian Hill)

Lyrics:
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3 
Erase all of your story
It'll never bring you glory.
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
Can't chance away your wages 
On stages and on pages.
4, 5, 6
I'm tired of dating dicks
Who think a pretty girl can't have drive
Oh, I'm just a sorry S.O.B. and you've got nothin you can offer me

Hey, hey, hey
I'm on the lower level
I'm on the lower level, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
I was born to revel
In all my neighbor's trouble, yeah
x2

I can see, I can see
All you want from me is to be a supportive girlfriend.
I can see, I- I can see
Past your sagging beanie
Won't make you any smarter honey.
Bet you favor trickledown economics
And dream about top trap artists darlin
Hey, I'm just a sorry S.O.B. and you've got nothin you can offer me

Hey, hey, hey
I'm on the lower level
I'm on the lower level, yeah.
Hey, hey, hey
I was born to revel 
In all my neighbor's trouble, yeah.
x4

Lower Level

Just a brain in a vat trying to make sense of where she’s at. Welcome to my vat, or something like that :)

(New to music production, so bear with me all you audiophiles out there haha)

Ali Vance

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