morning

Chill Playlist - part 3

maybe it’s not so bad after all, or maybe i’ve just gotten used to this feeling

indé

Nice folksy Radio

chill version 2

1990s Punk & Indie

Together

Sad Boys

Teeth

Moonroam

salvia palth - reprise (reprise)

Be My Angel

WINGSPAN

lyrics:
and i don't know you i'm all like that 
i get excited when you sit near 

and what do you want? 
i could have been anyone i wanted to be 

when you talk i feel it pulls me in 
so i tell myself not to get back in 
to that drawback stones pull out heart 

what do you want? 
i could have been anything i wanted to be 
and nobody would have seen 
nobody would have seen 
what do you want? 
i could have been anyone i wanted to be

salvia palth - stones pull out heart

salvia palth - madison

lyrics:
oh 
now i miss you 
and every little bird 
sounds like i never heard 
i always loved your words 
oh that feeling 
i always lose my mind like 
always all the time like 
you know i get old 

like you know i get old 

salvia palth - like you know i get old

Italian Platinum

Dirty Air

Moving

White Lightning

Young

LR72

Victorian America

Never Dead

My first attempt at covering GBVs Bee Thousand track "Tractor Rape Chain" acoustic style

Guided By Voices Tractor Rape Chain Acoustic Cover

James Blake

The Wilhelm Scream

To Care (Like You)

Jamie xx Edits

Reconsider (Jamie xx Edit)

Terror Twilight

Major Leagues

Conduct

Laundry Shop

Thinking In Textures

Everything I Wanted

Beheaded

Left Behind

Lil Racecar - One Day (prod. 1800entity)

Samiam - Don't Break Me

To all of you, American girls, it’s sad to
Imagine a world without you
American girls I’d like to
Be part of the world around you
Driving a car by the seaside
Watching the world from the bright side, yeah
To all of you, American girls in the movies
No one can tell where your heart is
American girls like dollies
With shiny smiles and plastic bodies
I wish I had an American girlfriend…
I cry sometimes walking around my own place
Wondering why she cries sometimes
Talking about her own place
Somewhere around the mountains
No one could dry her fountain
Till she got tired to complain
That’s when I fly to the wildland, to your land

Left Behind

Bedhead