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Summer Wine

Fatigue

Easy

Backseat

Sweet Love

Written by Augustine / Rassmus Björnson / Agrin Rahmani / Sebastian Lundberg / David Gustafsson
Produced by Augustine / Rassmus Björnson / Agrin Rahmani

Viola

Counting ticks from the clock
It's a morning too modest

She's finding parts of my face
Funny looking and anxious

It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I’ve figured out a way to make amends

”Could you cut open all of my chest
I'm already too restless

Of course I'm feeling depressed
Find a way we could use it”

It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I’ve figured out a way to make amends

My my my
We’re pretenders
We’re beaming
We’re the signs of our time
My my
Oh whatever

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I’ve figured out a way to make amends


Writers: Fredrik Gustafsson, Rassmus Björnson, Agrin Rahmani, Gabriel Dahlbeck
Producers: Fredrik Gustafsson, Rassmus Björnson, Agrin Rahmani

Guts

you picked the shirt that I'm wearing 
ah did you not honey love
and all the hipsters and has-beens 
well, they can all just fuck off

and it's been eating my heart out
and now it's gone to my head
that we have peaked for some months now 
and this is all gonna end

and now she's waiting in the hall
yeah everybody here is just so weird but you're not at all 
you worry about the consequence of leaving for the terminal 
I worry about how fast I'll wear you down
darling, we're picking up speed

and all the shit that I'm talking 
it's just nonsense and slurs
but I'll be fun around your friends 
oh they're glad for their girl

yeah we can put on a show huh 
and are you proud of me then 
you know I love how you hold us 
in the palm of your hand

darling, we're picking up speed

and now she's waiting in the hall
yeah everybody here is just so weird but you're not at all 
you worry about the consequence of leaving for the terminal 
I worry about how fast I'll wear you down

you picked the shirt that I'm wearing 
ah did you not honey love
cuz you got great taste in fashion 
and surely I, I have none

Written by Augustine / Rassmus Björnson / Agrin Rahmani 
Produced by Augustine / Rassmus Björnson / Agrin Rahmani
© 2020 Genesis Records / OKT8

Picking Up Speed

Back on your back
I cursed the lovers and the fools who rush in

The spring in their steps
Hot heavy summers and their pools to bathe in

I need to lay my body down
Oh how they took me out

His jacket sleeves over her shoulders should set the world alight

I need somebody to call

I wish the dreams of mine were different (oh lord)
As well as every thought I’m thinking

I want the evening to be over
I’m just a little tired

I need somebody to call

I wish the face of mine looked different (oh lord)
As well as every thought I’m thinking

Back on your back
I dreamt the colors of their hearts unfolding
Like flowers in the sun
I spent that morning with my stomach turning

I need to lay my body down, oh
Oh how they took me out

His jacket sleeves over her shoulders should set the world alight

I need somebody to call

I wish the dreams of mine were different (oh lord)
As well as every thought I’m thinking

I want the evening to be over
I’m just a little tired

I need somebody to call

I wish the face of mine looked different (oh lord)
As well as every thought I’m thinking

I need somebody to call

I want the evening to be over
I’m just a little tired

I need somebody to call

I wish the face of mine looked different (oh lord)
As well as every thought I’m thinking

Coast

Coast (Stripped)

Baby
Tie my wrist before I hit the sun
Before the backseat
Blows right out throughout the windows gone

Now what's this city and who’s the people 
Oh alright
I’m dressed up pretty, real delightful for the night
But I was nearly suicidal before your car arrived

Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time 
Prom tomorrow night

Tasting sweet how the wind blows
But get your head inside
I need you here alive

Now what's this city and who’s the people 
Oh alright
I’m dressed up pretty, real delightful for the night

Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time 
Just for one last time

Now maybe
This is the last of what there is to feel
It’s only different places
Poor imitations 
Fucking actors trying to speak like you speak

Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time 
Prom tomorrow night

Tasting sweet how the wind blows
But get your head inside
I need you here alive

Now what's this city and who’s the people 
Oh alright
I’m dressed up pretty, real delightful for the night

Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time 
Just for one last time

Backseat

Augustine

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