always in my head, but my friends follow behind

take ur time (prod.afterlife)

just bc i Luv u… dont go breakin my heart
remix of self love by mavi / mixed by kid cole 

{lyrics}
Clasp the Windows to my soul
The smoke thicken as I drown inside my lows
And My hands still shaking from the feelings that ain’t gone
These pills can only numb me so much until it falls
I, reached out for a word, but you offered me a blessing
Said my head is full of ghosts who will forever hold the leverage 
On my soul and aching body, crumblin to this depression
Said I’ll die inside this bedroom, if I let you in my head 
And, I can feel it when you lying, don’t repeat that shit you said
I can tell your tells right from a text
And if you ever gave a fuck then I never would’ve left

And I’m Not sure what I’m saying but I’m talking
Staring at these walls until they crumble and they cave in
Bones breaking snapping while I’m lying on the pavement
I died in Montreal I felt my mind fade to nothing
My physical remains, but my soul is succumbing
Leave it to my brother in the sky, he can see it
Kamyar watching over me he knows that I need em
I woulda never made it, in September I was bleeding

You know I been alone since I was 12, so the feeling is indifferent
Fighting for my spirit in this world and you can see it
Mama tryna it make out the hood fore she see heaven
I would do bout anything to toss her ass a blessing
I’m trapping in Chicago all the gunshots deafen
Youd think with all this drama I been living with a deathwish
I’m tryna meet my end so you could say you fuckin guessed it

And I could never show you anything if you could never get it
I show you what I think you’d understand or you can phathom 
Listen to this.. when I’m gone and maybe you can hear the gasping
Crying out for help inside my head, but I can’t have it
I just know that everything I need is in my jacket
Pull the gun out from my pocket, you can hear the moon talking
All the words you never said You can tell me in my casket
Until it’s nothing

argent/pour/une/flour/noir

spit on my grave

spit on my grave (prod. mavi)

nottheone

broken wishes (bttrflyknfe)

Icantfacemyproblems ft. malus [prod. imotape]

she told me I could’ve done so much better and I literally had to hold in my laugh

could’ve done a better interlude (prod. by i s o l a t e d)

Low on Sub Pop http://www.subpop.com/artists/low

C'mon http://www.subpop.com/releases/low/full_lengths/cmon

C’mon is the shortest title of any Low album, which seems fitting, as it also ranks among the most succinct and straightforward entries in their variegated discography. Singer-guitarist Alan Sparhawk has even perfected the “elevator pitch” for C’mon: “Recorded in an old church in Duluth, MN and mixed in an apartment in Hollywood, CA.” But that brief synopsis hides universes.

Comprised of new material written on and off the road, the ten-song set was recorded in a former Catholic church, aka Sacred Heart Studio (where the band previously crafted 2002’s Trust) and co-produced and mixed by Matt Beckley. The band took full advantage of Sacred Heart’s high, vaulted ceilings, natural reverb, and audible affinity for organ sounds and group singing. The thunder-crack percussion that peppers the final minute of the slowly unfolding “Majesty/Magic” is just one example of this dynamic in action. With its jangly guitars and sweet vocal harmonies, opener “Try to Sleep” sets the album’s tone: Warmer, fuller and more introspective. Whereas 2007’s Drums and Guns railed against the war in Iraq, C’mon feels like a plea for humanity, decency and common sense in a world gone mad. Sparhawk concurs. “With the last couple of records, we were grappling with something outside of ourselves. This one feels more like, ‘Well, forget that. I’m looking in your eyes right now, and we need to figure out how to get through the next moment, together, as human beings.’”

Without curtailing their artistry one iota, the trio has made one of its most accessible, affecting albums to date. And while the origins of C’mon may lie in a church in Minnesota, Beckley’s apartment in CA and the hearts of the modest individuals who created it, the resulting music has the capacity to resonate deeply with audiences everywhere.

C'mon

Especially Me

Low - Especially Me

i dont wanna waste my time

An original song by me!
Producing and harmonising by pig : soundcloud.com/pigsongs
Whistling by Tara!
Cover art by guess who?

Coffee

Spotify: spoti.fi/2zlGjfl
Apple Music: 
apple.co/2j6gkCr

Love Cast: https://soundcloud.com/love_cast

Lyrics:
I saw you there,
holding hands with the devil.
He laughed at you.
He take the time to put a leash on you.
Property of the underworld, you’re his main ghoul. 

Cemetery late at night, 
standing there wearing white.
Don’t know if I’ll be alright.
Ghost girl, gripping me tight.

He tells you what to think.
He tells you what to drink.
He Knows.

He grabs you by the wrist.
He tells you that this is, your home.

The One In White Wears A Leash (feat. Love Cast)

Death Race For Love

Make Believe

a song about richard. ( Prod. Ceaze )

New digital EP, available November 22nd

Info: http://www.aplacetoburystrangers.com

A Place To Bury Strangers - I Lived My Life To Stand In The Shadow Of Your Heart

ADDICTED

ADDICTED - Chris Cru Ft. Astrogrrl (Prod. By Cobra)

a heart for leslie (interlude)

misery demo (prod. bobbyraps)

i am a big https://soundcloud.com/1glaive fan 
man named crowbars: scared

LYRICS

(chorus)
"you a loner",
but i cant find u in my folder?
come and see me in the back, 
smoking doja,
crowbars!
yea we tryna come over,
take all your shit,
then we sell it to the olders,
"you a loner",
but i cant find u in my folder?
come and see me in the back, 
smoking doja,
crowbars!
yea we tryna come over,
take all your shit,
then we sell it to the olders,

aint no chance of survival,
20 shots to your spinal,
and if u wanna go cry boi,
we gon pull up wid that rifle,

where u at then ?
sed u wanna fite real hard,
but u madeleine,
keep a lil click like a guard ,
bringa sylo men,
givin me that lip,
then i dip em wid a mini skeng,

(chorus)
"you a loner",
but i cant find u in my folder?
come and see me in the back, 
smoking doja,
crowbars!
yea we tryna come over,
take all your shit,
then we sell it to the olders,
"you a loner",
but i cant find u in my folder?
come and see me in the back, 
smoking doja,
crowbars!
yea we tryna come over,
take all your shit,
then we sell it to the olders,

I was sipping soda! (h-h-hi dopa)
fucked up off sum liquor idk her 8)
crazy!
how u turned into a hoe ya
boring like da state of north dakota 
walk in to the club like im 18 
its crazy!
fake id n da police gonna chase me
i just threw up in da back
they gon hate me
now i got a cop on my ass tryna taze me
im a soldier (j-j-john)
ima walk into tha spot like im its owner
and my bros packing heat 
just like its sonar!
i been posted up i been smoking kosher
i been posted up i been smoking

"you a loner",
but i cant find u in my folder?
come and see me in the back, 
smoking doja,
crowbars!
yea we tryna come over,
take all your shit,
then we sell it to the olders,
"you a loner",
but i cant find u in my folder?
come and see me in the back, 
smoking doja,
crowbars!
yea we tryna come over,
take all your shit,
then we sell it to the olders,

crowbars w/ glaive

ziploc - tyler the creator

Valentine in the december you said you love me but you don’t remember her name cause me pain you said you love me but you don’t remember all girls are the same

always in my head, but my friends follow behind

andisnothere