tonight

in the morning

dead cat

Ukulele and vocals, written February 21, 2016

Shame

Written Aug. 9, recorded on voice memos Aug 21st- 12:48 pm

i would fall from grace

Its been a while since I’ve seen my friends back home
Lifes taken me some weird places and its hard to shake the feeling im alone
And I know you said you loved me but I get these big ideas and its hard to not think its all done
Cause my loves are all away and I know ill find another but I long for the strangeness to return

Oh im just sorting it out on the way
I try to put my life into these words
But cannot look beyond the day
Oh it varies and at times it hurls me straight back

Its been a while since ive seen your face 
Oh you were nothing so close to grace but there was magic each time I drank
I wrote leaning on the kitchen sink
And I could see you outside in each drunken night
God you put on a beautiful show
and I told you id be back in ur arms again

I'm nothing close to stable and maybe i'm not meant for this life on the road I keep walking the same lines
Show me love show me grace

the things I would do 
I would fall from grace so slowly
I would fix myself so intent on returning to you

i would fall from grace

Cellophane/The Life of A Dog

cellophane
covering my face 
i keep on whistling
all over the place
and now you  pick me up from the floor
and you carry me back to the place where i was before

synthesized (cellophane)
ive been giving everybody here the eyes
go back to that place i was before

give me up
paper weight and creasing 
pale the bluff
i swear ill be more than you bargined for 
i promise   ill be more than you bargained for

“its not your planet leave it alone
im not your planet stay at home”
thats what the sign said i think

deet, dee
coming at you live from 99fm at 1145 pm hot from merseyside liverpool
im stuck in my fucking bedroom

cellophane come with me
could take a walk around and see whats happening
keep me warm till the night hits hardeer than usual

Tea time ladies!

cellophane come with me
could take a walk around and see whats vibin
keep me warm till the night hits hardeer than usual

nosferatu forgot to feed me before he came home
and instead i was leaving hungry again

Music/lyrics by Anna Kunz
Performed/Mixed/Mastered by Anna Kunz

Cellophane Purse/Life of a Dog

This actually happened the evening before the theme was announced as BULLSHIT, I wrote while my throat swelled up

(My post op is) BULLSHIT

At 2am I look at my hands
Raised all over like itching sand
Had a reaction to my antibiotic
Id Told my doctors -that I was allergic
Still now I was shaking with my throat in a bind so I wake up my mother and she pays me her mind
She gets my brother and we call the ER who says “it’s expensive with-no-insurance from-where-you-are”
So she gives us a Rec and we call cars 
There’s a all night cvs one town from ours
The cabs are all done so we wake one up
There’s a wait for a while while my throat chokes up
He arrives, and I watch tv
I’m a bit bored by this mundanity
I get my pills and everyone goes to bed and I sit here waiting to see if I end up dead

Chorus 
I got my teeth pulled then I got a socket
Then they gave me pills told me how to knock it
Just One day later I had to quit
I’ve got no wisdom, my Post -OP is bullshit

If I get to ever make a tune for this song then the Benedryl kicked in 
and my life is long
But this is the tenth complication 
since my tooth operation 
I want an answer to my cries and some minor compensation
I look like a Komodo dragon with a melon for a head 
And there’s enough pills in my body to make my liver into lead

Ohhhh no that’s it
It’s a load of bullshit
It’s a load of horse shit
I fucking hate this
Jesus fucking Christ

Cuz
I got my teeth pulled then I got a socket
Then they gave me pills told me how to knock it
Just One day later I had to quit
I’ve got no wisdom, my Post -OP is bullshit

4am dragon and my post op is bullshit
Lips on fire and my post op is bullshit
No house for rent and my post op is bullshit
Only South Park re runs on tv and my post op is bullshit
Soup for breakfast and my post op is bullshit
40 dollar cab fare and my post op is bullsht
Soup again for dinner and my post op is bullshit
Sympathetic nerve damage and my post op is bullshit
Double infection and my post op is bullshit

(My Post-Op is) Bullshit

Singer/songwriter
throw this music at a brick wall. kick it out of ur kitchen for distracting from the process. tell it to go home and come back when its sober or to never call you again
 if it retains some kind of value to you then, light a candle
theres no revolution 
just me screaming alone in a room

this is where I put voice memos when tunes are being written, full releases on 
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