Updated mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/ferryman

Never from the heart.
Only from the body.
Body better find me.
Body under soul.
Now you come from nowhere.
You travelled far in your head.
They say they don't deserve you.
That's what they said to me too.
You smile over the phone, but you need to make it real.
When the menthol hits your eyes, the sand, crystalizing, makes you cry.
He will come to find you.
He will take you in your prime, and when the wind gets slower, I'll row you upstream when I find the time.
I'll still use a hammer.
You won't have to save a dime.
It doesn't matter if I love you.
You'll sink to the end of time.
Your index on the jugular.
Nothing really matters, shocking.
Steady rhythm, you cry: "I think I figured it out".
I love my favorite cohort.
They drank up all the water.
Now you are preparing.
Dancing with your daughter.
We make our memories special for future fascinations.
Saving dimes, saving time for when the ferryman arrives.

Ferryman

DUST STORM ON BANDCAMP:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/album/dust-storm
DUST STORM VISUAL ALBUM SAMPLER:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVvivHwijeE

Original text date, September 29th, 2022:
Hello, this is BonBos. Tomorrow night, September 30th, at 11:45 PM Eastern Standard Time, a visual album sampler for my second album, Dust Storm, will premiere on YouTube. This is a short music video made using Flipnote Studio 3D and Vegas Pro that will condense the story of the 47 minute album into 4 minutes. After the short's premiere finishes, Dust Storm will become available on Bandcamp at midnight as a free, pay-what-you-want download, complete with a lyrics sheet, and your own copy of the music video.  In the time since I started making Dust Storm, I wrote a lot of new demos, sketches, and lyrics, enough to span over 10 more albums. I know this because I have already set up tracklists for many of these hypothetical releases and still have a lot of music and lyrics, both arranged into song structures, and other stems left over waiting to be finished. I've been working on them a little bit at a time, while focusing mainly on my upcoming third album. I have a rough tracklist ready, two completed instrumental demos, and several shorter, unfinished demos. The music that's playing in the background is another demo I'm considering as an interlude for the album.  My first album Cardboard Girls came from a pile of 100 unrelated demos and sketches I wrote, Dust Storm came from those that didn't get used, and now that pile has increased to over 500. All of my future releases will pull from this pile gradually. The longer these song ideas sit, the more they age and the more I replay them and edit them and fit things together until I think they're good. There is no way I'm going to run out of songs originating from Dust Storm's sessions anytime soon.  As for Dust Storm, I am happy with most of the songs on it, with the exception of the closing track, "Houston", which I lost the original DAW song file for and had to reconstruct into a version I'm not as satisfied with as the original finished hi-fi version, but is still listenable enough. I'm disappointed that I was unable to record four of the original lo-fi demos into hi-fi, but none of my attempts at re-recording these songs sounded good, nor did they sound like a substantial positive change from the originals. Still, seven songs on the album were recorded in hi-fi versions that I'm satisfied with, so at least it's a majority. Dust Storm is an album about a man who enters the media and fails to escape it through 11 songs about desire, travelling, fear, love, self-confidence, and conspiracy, taking place from Breezewood to Hollywood and back. It releases at midnight on October 1st. The album sampler music video will premiere fifteen minutes beforehand on YouTube. Links are in the description. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for listening.

BonBos' Dust Storm Is Out Now (STATUS UPDATE)

"Tan Genuine Laughter" is the first song to be released from my upcoming third album. It's called Typolice and it will have 12 tracks, and a generally faster and more energetic sound compared to Cardboard Girls and Dust Storm. All the songs on the album are written, but the album is still being recorded and currently has no set release date. The mixes will be finalized for the album's release. The single artwork comes from a tweet made by Twitter/X co-founder Jack Dorsey (handle: jack) in 2006, and all the individual song art for the album is in a similar style with different tweets.
https://twitter.com/search?q=Satanic%20(from%3Ajack)
https://twitter.com/jack/status/5081

There's a big storm a-comin',
built in your filthy hands for your filthy terrible plans
Can you see with those opposable thumbs, or are they lashes to the eye in the palm of your hand?
There's a big storm a-comin',
built in your filthy hands for your filthy terrible plans
Can't you see with those opposable thumbs?
Your fake invincible
Not for me, only guest book homicide
You can never choose to die on or off the string
They will search, they will look very carefully
Any body that's found must face the facts
Better call the Typolice, they will snuff it out and peace
A to Z, zero to nine, colon to apostrophe
My fuckin' back is killin' me from carrying this tan, genuine leather
Did it make a sound?
Clicking clacking typewriters
Heated fogs and heated glasses
All the hearts and the triangles around belly-flop in a swimming pool of sound
There's a man in my basement, he looks confused
Yeah, you didn't do it, but the pressure floods in quick
Can't you see with those opposable thumbs?
Your fake invincible really protecting you now?
There's a man in my basement, he looks confused
Better call the Typolice, they will snuff it out and peace
No more, no more taking from the last guy
Nice guy, can't you see how hard she's sucking the
Dealers on the good street fund your enemies like
Markets belly-flop in common time oh
No more, no more stealing from the nice guy
Last guy, I can see how hard you're rubbing and prodding at his feet to make him feel right
Better call the Typolice, they will snuff him out and peace
Better than to sell your meat, or givin' up your wisdom teeth
Better call the Typolice, they will snuff him out and peace

Tan Genuine Laughter [Current Mix]

Updated Mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/stop-spinning

[Instrumental with Gibberish Backing Vocals]

Stop Spinning was originally supposed to have lyrics but after listening through and trying to pick good spots I realized that it'd work better on its own as an instrumental. I left in two vocals that I already recorded since they were really quiet in the mix and I thought they were simple enough to complement the instrumental. For the ending section I wanted to convey the feelings I had when I imagined a wedding that gets caught in a tornado, I think I succeeded. When I showed this to someone they said it reminded them of the Mansion Basement fart trumpet song from Resident Evil: Director's Cut.

Cardboard Girls

Stop Spinning [Instrumental]

Updated Mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/almighty

Killer whales jump from the sea at heights that probably could’ve killed me
I know you want something, just tell me
Stop holding back your feelings and tell me
Distant memories come alive
With my hands I will pray at night before the almighty
Distant memories come alive
I will bow down or maybe not and that’s perfectly ok, perfectly ok, perfectly ok
How can you see in this wholesome view? (ok)
When you dance it hurts me too much, I need the almighty (ok)
How can you see in this wholesome view?
When you dance it hurts me too much (ok), I need the almighty
Glow in the dark so warm at night (ok)
At night I will stare into the sky at the almighty
Distant memories come to kill me
Come to kill me and that’s perfectly ok
If I ever see you dancing in the mall
If I ever catch you finding someone else again
If you wanna say hi better say it better
If you want to think better, better think better then
In a valley of spinach I will rise again (to the horizon risin’)
In a valley of spinach I will rise again (to the horizon risin’)
If she you ever asks you what’s wrong, I will turn you towards me (to the horizon risin’)
If she you ever asks you what is wrong, turn me towards you (to the horizon risin’)
I will turn you toward me
Turn me towards you (to the horizon risin’)
Turn you towards me 
Turn me towards you (to the horizon risin’)
Turn you towards me
Turn me towards you 
Turn you towards me (to the horizon)
Turn me towards you (horizon)
Turn you towards me again ‘til we die (horizon horizon horizon horizon)
‘Til we die (it’s risin’ today)
(the sun comes up soon)

The most straightforward song on the album. A majority of the demos I wrote for Cardboard Girls were originally made with virtual keyboards, then transposed over to guitar to see what limitations I would have to adapt to, Almighty was one of the earliest to do this. I had a lot of trouble coming up with lyrics for it, I think the only surviving lyrical bits from the first demo were the first two lines and first chorus. The ending was originally going to include a much noisier guitar part, but it got really hard to enjoy. So I dialed it back a bit to a synth outro, but then it just felt too empty. I added some vocals and a less noisy guitar and it sounded like the perfect compromise; really easy to get into before it spirals into an incoherent ramble near the very end. The electric part was recorded on an older amplifier unlike the rest of the album which used a newer amp.

Almighty

Updated Mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/cardboard-people

I remember when our son was born
He looked so perfect and new, already old
We protected him with a heart of stone
Protected him from all the window panes
But then he met this girl named Martha
She had a heart of pure boiling magma
The two fell in love on first sight
He wouldn’t shut up about how beautiful she looked
So then they decided one day to go to the park and do the tie
But don’t you know, don’t you know plastic people burn in hell
Cardboard people like Martha will never burn again, still they became plastic
They did the tie, looped their problems up
Loop them up in a big bowl of soup for your soul
They did the tie, looped their problems up in a hot bowl of soup
Hot bowl of soup for your soul
Then one day I got a postcard from the two who had just eloped to a dangerous foreign country overseas, I don’t remember where anymore
I realized that there was much terror and mishaps that could happen over there and I got worried for them
But immediately I realized that I had nothing to worry about, because they took over the car
They drove into the night, into the sunset, into the future
And never again would any of their decisions be held in vain because they never cared anymore
They just wanted to move on, evolve and then they got to the fucking and they thought it was so right
But really it was wrong, but really it was wrong
You’d never see me there again
Their future was gone, their future was gone, but not in the way they expected it to be
Their future was gone, their future was gone, their future was gone
And don’t you know plastic people burn in hell, cardboard people never burn again
Plastic people burn in hell, cardboard people never burn again

Coincidentally, Cardboard People was the hardest song to work on for Cardboard Girls. The main keyboard riff was the first thing written for it about a year before recording, but I had no idea what to do with it. The lyrics are probably the most disjointed of all the songs on the album, I wanted to tell this chunk of a story from the perspective of an overprotective dad who coddled his son until he met some girl who wanted to show him more to the world. The problem was some of the lyrics were either so narrative that it became harder to enjoy the song, or just didn't fit in some parts like the very end. This song was originally called "Do the Tie" and had a few key differences; significantly different, more improvised vocals, backing vocals, and the bassy, house-influenced drum part at the beginning of the final song was originally the ending section. Over time I realized that the song was just shitty in its current state and decided to rework it. I think the rework made it feel less disingenuous, awkward and wordy than it already was.

Cardboard People

Updated Mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/outside-to-inside

[Instrumental]

This was the very first song I completed period. It was originally going to have lyrics, but the ones I wrote were shit and I couldn't think of anything better. The intro and outro in the first demo originally had a couple mixing mistakes that I forgot to edit back together, but after editing the intro back to normal, it just didn't sound right. I reverted it back to its original, more abrupt opening shortly before the album came out and it felt a lot better to listen to.

Outside to Inside [Instrumental]

Updated Mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/right-here

Town’s real nice, they love the city
Underground, they're miners, pity
No one talks, they want to leave
It outweighs the problems none can see
Loud brains screaming crimes in our heads
We’re just not there
Schizophrenic, sick, autistic
We’re just not there
Making problems, screwed and hemmed up
Generation ploys sicken pups
Uniforms weaken and flee
It sprouts new plants in the menagerie
Black boy seeking revelations
Nothing’s right here
White boy seeking validations
Nothing’s right here
Breaking through into the secret place
Cop cars swerving at the slowest pace
Freaks of nature climb the hill
Pushed into heaven in a fistful of pills
Best friends that you’ve all forgot again
It’s all right here
If you ever need a sense of accomplishment, it’s all right here
Carnivals, balloons and cotton candy
Make the rules and everything dandy
Indirect, direct collectives
Birthday parties are now all selective
Johnny Doe says today’s the day we stand up
Our world’s right here
But not unless this leaves our consciousness
Look over there
La la la I am too busy
La la la busy talking
La la la loud and wordy
Stop it buddy you cannot hear me
La la la you cannot hear me
La la la too too busy
La la la loud and wordy
Stop it buddy you cannot hear me
La la la la cannot hear me
La la la la still too busy
La la la la loud and wordy
Stop it buddy you cannot hear me
La la la la la la la la
La la la I am too busy
La la la busy talking
La la la oh can’t you go
La la la no no no no
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la busy talking
La la la

I wrote the base acoustic part late one night while messing around with a guitar, but it felt unfinished. I was experimenting with my DAW's mixer around the same time and noticed when I changed the reverb options on this organ sample that it made a percussive sound as it switched. I recorded it to make it sound like a slightly off-beat drum pattern, fiddled around with it some more, and figured it would make a good, depressing drone to go in the background. A few days later I got a bad cold, and when I attempted to sing I noticed that I had to struggle to reach a higher octave, but at the same time my voice had a noticeably more panicky, weakened tinge to it. I tried to record the song to the quiet beat of the organ sample but it just didn't work, and in a panic for time I recorded the acoustic track with vocals that morning in my living room at a faster, much more off-beat tempo.

Right Here

Updated Mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/reasons-why-annie-carries-a-pistol

My enjoyment, my safety in silence
Your security, your caring and kindness
Our handling, our nights cuddling alone were all for nothing
(My enjoyment, my safety in silence)
I never want to see you go away unless you go on holiday
(Your security, your caring and kindness)
Show me on the doll where he hurt you, and I swear to God I'll strangle the bastard
(Our handling, our nights cuddling alone)
Ten steps to infinity, a hundred-and-eighty degree turn
It's all you need
(All that hard work, all that growing, didn't mean nothing, never knowing)
It's all you need in this modern world
(All that hard work, all that growing, Daddy didn't see me, never knowing)
(All that hard work, all that growing, didn't mean nothing, never knowing)
Annie, Annie hasn't left me in years, Daddy hasn't been seen at any time
(All that hard work, all that growing, didn't mean nothing, never knowing)
Rat in a cage can't eat that cheese, she needs to chew it down for her family
Annie hasn't left me in years, Daddy hasn't been seen at any time
Rat in a cage can't eat that cheese, she needs to chew it down for her family
(The sleeping, the pimiento martinis)
Drink cherry NyQuil until you die, additives will help you sleep at night
(The sleeping, the pimiento martinis)
Reach for the phone, breathe in the oxygen mask until you're ok
(We are peaceful, we were partners in time)
(So cold here, take me back)
(It's so cold here, take me now)
But Annie, why did you go away? Daddy's brow had to make me stay
(So cold here, take me back, it's so cold here, take me now)
Annie why did you go away? Daddy's brow had to make me stay
We'll be ok together, just come back to me together
Lost promises are forgiven so long as we stay
Annie hasn't seen me in years, Daddy hasn't seen me in years
Child I hear their footsteps so loud, now he's up there in the clouds
Annie hasn't seen me in years, Daddy hasn't seen me in years
Child I hear their footsteps so loud, now he's up there in the clouds
Maybe well how much of that is true?
Ask me how much of that is true?
Listen with your ears, how much of that is true?
Shoot you in the head with something that is true
Maybe well how much of that is true?
Ask me how much of that is true?
Listen with your ears, how much of that is true?
Shoot you in the head with something that is true
Shoot you in the head with something that is true
Shoot you in the head with something that is true
Shoot you in the head with something that is true
Shoot you in the head with something that is true
Shoot you in the head with something that is true
Shoot you in the head with something that is true

The title is a reference to an article called "A Peaceful Woman Explains Why She Carries a Gun". It has no meaning to the rest of the lyrics which were originally meant for a different, mellower song idea that I forgot about completely months after writing and was never recorded. I tried adding them to this more energetic, harder rock instrumental demo and they fit like a glove. The majority of the guitar recordings on this track were improvised, the only riff that I had previously written was the one in the beginning. I sung in a more angst-filled style closer to yelling and whining to match the desperate tone of the lyrics. There's a section in the middle of the first verse that was rerecorded, because I stumbled in the original recording and it sounded like shit.

Reasons Why Annie Carries a Pistol

Updated Mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/light-and-light

Handed a key to the door
Maybe this will make you shut up
I know that’s wrong, stop telling me again
Post real dates and false dates
Who shoots first, me or him?
My life is everywhere
How do I go back from this?
Backwards, backwards into the dark where none can read
I’m myself again, I’m myself again, I’m myself again
Welcome to my backyard, it’s full of life and light and light and light and light and light and light and light and light and light and light

This was the very second song I completed period. This was part of an experiment where I listened to a song I never listened to before once, forgot about, and then months later try and remember that song. In this case, "Sax and Violins" by Talking Heads, which I thought was more mellow than it actually was. At that time, I lazily didn't bother to change the tempo setting in my mixer to anything other than 110 BPM, which proved to be a pain in the ass when it came to restructuring them to a more interesting tempo. Light and Light came out as a very unhinged instrumental reliant on string synths, no structure, off-beat tempo and two traces of percussion bookending it. I didn't want to rework it, because I thought it'd just take away from whatever emotion the instrumental had. The lyrics and vocals were essentially me trying to ape Björk's vocals, which are also reliant on emotional, sometimes seemingly structureless performances.

Light and Light

Updated mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/the-golden-man

(Though time will divide us, in the end we mine away for our own goods)
One day, I decided to run away
I had no other place to stay, the billboards beat me ‘til I gave out
Sangria, Margarita, anything to help me sleep while all the fiends with their genies were just counting sheep
One day, I drove into Hollywood, but it was no Bollywood
The guards caught me right on sight
Some guys mowed me down, touched me up and made me a star until I remembered I’m not like the people they say they are
They said “You got charisma, looks, personality, all you need to do now is cut the lunch line for free”
My life, from the start, wasn’t really much of a mess, but by the end it got so much worse than I had guessed
Watching broken flesh puzzles question time as snake-pestles shoot poison through mankind
I need your life, your wisdom in this time of need, to make me feel so complete, it should feel so me
The golden man, well he just shakes his head
He kneels down to me and he says
“You need to run kid, if you want to go away, nothing invasions will take you in the midst of day
You need to run kid, your tan line is fading away, pile on the chemicals and leave yourself as fake prey
You need to run kid from the monuments of stone, you’ll find a genie with infinite pots of gold
You need to run kid, scare the cat again in spite, and return to your strife, don’t join the life of the night”
The golden man, well he still shook his head
He pushed me right along and he said
“You need to run kid, if you want to go away, nothing invasions will take you in the midst of day
You need to run kid, your tan line is fading away, pile on the chemicals and leave yourself as fake prey
You need to run kid from the monuments of stone, you’ll find a genie with infinite pots of gold
You need to run kid, scare the cat again in spite, and return to your strife, don’t join the life of the night
You need to run kid, pile on the chemicals fast, your tan line’s fading away, time to go on a fast
I need to run kid, you’re gonna do great kid, trust me, I believe in you”
Though time will divide us, in the end we mine away for our own goods
Bombarded with decay and innovation

Second Project

The Golden Man

Updated mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/dropout-journey

Woke up in a small blanket, warm as the devil’s advocate
I looked at the map on my bedroom wall and decided that my life wasn’t enough for me anymore, anymore (anymore)
I traveled in a small car (bigger and stronger to me), I don’t think I thought that far ahead
I drove until I just broke through (I drove until I just broke through) (bigger and stronger to me), the road was so much smoother
I coasted for miles, I coasted for miles, and don’t even get me started on the scenic route
It was beautiful, tightly knit as a guitar string
I saddled up my cloak, and traveled further
One day, I will travel the world and I will spit in your face when I make it
One day, I’ll cement my autograph into every street corner to show I made it
Parked at the farmer’s market, the locals asked how I was gonna make it
I’d walk right up to the CEO of some famous company and put on a show
They said I was crazy (I thought it’d work for me), but I told them I would never decline
I saddled up my cloak, and thought about it further
I thought for a while, I thought for a while, but there’s no way in hell I’d go through it the hard way now
I lost so much, all to gain something so small, I stopped at a gas station, and the attendant smirked at me
One day, I will slit your dirty throat and I’ll spit in your face when I make it
One day, I’ll cement my ideas into every zeitgeist to show I made it
The lights were so bright
Now that you made it you gotta come clean, where else is talent for us to screen?
We’ll give you everything that you dreamed of, no effort promoting or making up stuff
Movie deals, record contracts, even the richest man on Earth couldn’t scoff this
So what do you say, take the deal, or go home and claim that the piggies squealed?
Now that you made it you gotta come clean, where else is talent for us to screen?
We’ll give you everything that you dreamed of, no effort promoting or making up stuff
Movie deals, record contracts, even the richest man on Earth couldn’t scoff this
So what do you say, take the deal, or go home and claim that the piggies squealed?
Now that you made it you gotta come clean, where else is talent for us to screen?
We’ll give you everything that you dreamed of, no effort promoting or making up stuff
Movie deals, record contracts, even the richest man on Earth couldn’t scoff this
So what do you say, take the deal, or go home and claim that the piggies squealed?
Now that you made it you gotta come clean, where else is talent for us to screen?
Now that you made it you gotta come clean, where else is talent for us to screen?
Now that you made it you gotta come clean, where else is talent for us to screen?
I made it, I traveled the world, guess what friend? I’m famous
Do you care for me now like I used to care for you?

Dust Storm

Dropout Journey [TAKE 2; hifi]

Updated mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/technicians

I get along with the others so well
There's a power no one can see, and they don't resist me
They just try to kiss my hands, and thinking of nothing, I just turn away
I'm at the bar with a few good friends, we made some bets and found a whore
Some days I like her a lot, other days I do not enough
Regardless of that, I know we have work to do, we have work to do
We get called down to a hotel, tiny corpses fill up the floor
Lie away from each other, toss and turn as we fall asleep and return to my dreams of thunderclouds
That rain down on me and scream “I will shoot a cable wire and balance my way across
Like a bird and a squirrel, because I love the way you act like we’re both technicians”
Broken, I know someone who can fix it
Hanging by a thread until the TV works again while I sit and feel so glad to be together again
At the bar next week with one friend
We meet again with the same case, but I do not resist her, and she seems to resist me
In the dark past, my past, we go into a parking lot and stay for the night
We talked in little jumpy moments alone, kept the heat on so it’s not too cold
I could swear she was happy ‘cause I know for a fact I was
But she looked so uneasy and I just had to ask her why
“Oh what is the matter babe? It’s been years since we each found love, and maybe I want to fix something so nice and so perfect in a closed-circuit solution for us technicians”
Again she nodded yes
I couldn’t believe the test came out the way it did
I knew we could never be like this again, because of me and the electrocution that never makes us again
At the bar all alone again, all my friends had work tonight
Then she bumped into me, I said “hey” she said “hi” back and we drove to a room and held ourselves to sleep that night.
Don’t worry, it’s ok to be scared ‘cause we in the end, we are all technicians.
Don’t worry, it shows the grey in your hair ‘cause we in the end, we become technicians.
Don’t worry, it’s ok to be scared ‘cause we in the end, we are all technicians.
Don’t worry, it shows the grey in your hair ‘cause we in the end, we become technicians.
Don’t worry, it’s ok to be scared ‘cause we in the end, we are all technicians.
Don’t worry, it’s ok to be scared ‘cause we in the end, we are all technicians.

Technicians [TAKE 2; hifi]

This cover was originally recorded during the making of Cardboard Girls. I'm releasing it because I heard the news that Daniel Johnston passed away and I wanted to pay tribute to him. I admired him for his emotional vocal performances and off-kilter songwriting. "Some Things Last a Long Time", co-written with Jad Fair and featuring Mark Kramer, is his best work in my opinion. May he rest well and in peace.

Your picture is still on my wall, on my wall
The colors are bright, bright as ever
The red is strong, the blue is true
Some things last a long time
Some things last a long time
Your picture is still on my wall, on my wall
I think about you often, often
I can't forget all the things we did
Some things last a long time
Some things last a long time
It's funny, but it's true, and it's true, but it's not funny
Time comes and goes
All the while, I still think of you
Some things last a long time
Your picture is still on my wall, on my wall
The colors are bright, bright as ever
Things that we did, all we forget
Some things last a life time
Some things last a life time

Music: Daniel Johnston
Lyrics: Jad Fair

Some Things Last a Long Time [Cover; originally by Daniel Johnston, Jad Fair and Mark Kramer]

Updated Mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/and-thats-the-way-it-is

This is a slightly updated mix of "And That's the Way It Is" from my first album, Cardboard Girls. This mix is more evened out and fixes some audio glitches (mainly in the vocals) that were prevalent on the original. Nothing has been rerecorded, and on the Bandcamp release of the album which came out after this the mix was fixed a little more. The rest of the updated mix for Cardboard Girls was released on Bandcamp on June 8th, 2020 and can be found in the link at the top.

I wanted to say I was sorry for everything I ever did, but now I take it all back
The world wasn't happy, it didn't make a difference how we sinned
The blankets and the pillows were comfortable that night
I just wanted to interlock with you or die
But now I realize it may have been me and how I reacted to you
You, you, you and how you reacted to me
Love doesn't play that way 'cause that's the way it is, January 1st, 2K
And that's the way it is, January 1st, 2K
And that's the way it is
When I met you on the playground, you laughed like you meant it, I gave you a daisy
Hey don't blame me for the truth of the matter
We need to take big steps or we'll go home, we need to take grand steps or we'll be alone
We can't survive anymore 'cause it goes back to living
But when I'm with you, I enter a tunnel
When I'm with you, the sun burns up a light bulb
When did you say you'd forget me again?
So conveniently, like sipping two cups of coffee simultaneously
Now do you remember me? You act like we've never met before
But we're just two hurt kids on a field trip to the jungle
And that's the way it is
January 1st, 2000, January 1st, 2000
And that's the way it is
January 1st, 2000, January 1st, 2000
Our tests are fucking a testing test
I know the jungle air smelled so much fresher than this
But it's ok, we can model our relationship off of others
We can pull it off without magic, we can do it in full color
The way you want to
Now I may have found you naked on the balcony taking steamy pictures
Sending them to me, but I can guarantee you don't have the answer to this next question
You don't have the answer to this next question
Have you ever seen a moth on a light bulb making love? Making love? Making love? Making love?
No of course you haven't 'cause that's the way it is
And now I'm gonna take it all back, I hate your guts 'cause that's the way it is in this place, in this time
That's the way it is
I can't scream this loud, I can't scream this loud
And that's the way it is, January 1st, 2K
I've made the world seem happy, I've paid the price already now let me in

The song started off with the second main guitar riff, the third and first ones came afterwards. It was originally going to be more dance-oriented, but became increasingly detailed and longer as I got more invested in it. I ended up adding an organ and piano inspired by 1990's eurobeat and barrelhouse rock and roll respectively. The lyrics on this are the most intimate and personal on the album, and recalled one of my first experiences with love before the lyrics become increasingly schizophrenic. I like thinking of it as a plane that takes off, then gets struck by lightning and crashes onto a battleship; overall safe, but a little damaged.

And That’s the Way It Is [Updated Mix]

Updated mix:
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/track/rekindle

I remember when we got along so well
My intentions hurt in heartbeats, and then I come in and they take my intentions away
You know we always relied on other people's problems to survive, but now comes the time when we need to get ourselves together
Get your life back together
Your fear is dripping down my hair like water from the shower head
You know I'm not in the wrong this time
You need to hold onto the cord that keeps your life
As long as we talk about it, it will be ok
But maybe you should know that it's just another way of talking to you
Thursday becomes Friday, I hear no word back from you
I said "If this ever happens, then I will leave the bar and go back home, back home"
Don't worry it's ok to be scared
Don't worry it's ok to be scared
Don't worry it's ok to be scared
Don't worry it's ok to be scared
Haunting, haunting, haunting, haunting, haunting, myself, haunting

Rekindle [TAKE 2; hifi]

I have no budget. 
I make dream pop/psychedelic pop music.

Dust Storm is now available on Bandcamp.
https://bonbos.bandcamp.com/album/dust-storm/
Dust Storm Visual Album Sampler:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVvivHwijeE

Thank you for listening.

BonBos

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