Let Go

Written by: Theodore Klein, Curt Schibli, Chris Corsico, Jarrah McCleary
Lyrics by: Curt Schibli & Theodore Klein
Theodore Klein (Vocals) Curt Schibli (Guitar, Vocals) Chris Corsico (Synth) Jarrah McCleary (Keys, Drum Programming, Bass)
Produced by: Theodore Klein, Curt Schibli & Jarrah McCleary
Mixed by: Jason Staniulis
Mastered by Sterling (Joe LaPorta)

Dog Days

Summer Wine

I went without a fuss in the dead of night
In the back of your sedan like a little child
You drove me all the way to the county line
Said "don't be a stranger, goodbye"
(I wonder) What took you so long to see
I don't believe, I don't believe a word that you say
It's better off this way

Cuz I don't know the pleasure without the pain
Your body glistening off the window pane
Your voice inside my ear whispering my name
I'm here to stay
Honey I'll never let you go just stay a while
Your fingers through my hair go a thousand miles
I don't mean to stare I just know that this is it for a while

For a long day I was by myself
Your headlights turn to teeth in the devil's mouth
Oh I could spend eternity gazing out
Look for myself on the horizon
I wonder what took you so long to see
I'm incomplete, I'm not a real fucking adult yet
I'm trying though

Cuz I don't know the pleasure without the pain
Your body glistening off the window pane
Your voice inside my ear whispering my name
I'm here to stay
Honey I'll never let you go just stay a while
Your fingers through my hair go a thousand miles
I don't mean to stare I just know that this is it for a while

Glistener

Freedom Fry - Strange For Love

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Lately, I

Written & produced by Augustine / Rassmus Björnson / Agrin Rahmani

Wishful Thinking

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

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

Written and produced by Sam R. 
Performed by Glassio and Daneshevskaya 
Mixed and mastered by Ariel Loh 
Drum performance by Charles Fauna 

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Queen Of The Silver City

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

Coast

Augustine

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