good shit man

Songs 😟

Slow Day Sapphire

Misery Meat

Everything is a Lot (Remastered)

Jimmy Mushroom's Last Drink (Remastered)

♡ The Masochism Tango (Orchestrated Version)♡

Passing Through (cant the future just wait)

Drown Me!

The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize
With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies
Ghosts of trees and termites bloom in the beanstalk

And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast
Is it from shaking out the weight of phosphenes and pasts
Salt deposits on warm little rivers that burst from our words

And god knows crying ain’t gonna change a thing
She said “take care,” but I take more than I bring.

She said “It just feels inhumane to lose this much”
Cause when you leave, you know you take more than your love
Just one week of cicada days we’re losing touch
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much.

Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars, they were all
Glow-in-the-dark, hanging over queen-sized 
Purple waves of ancient chemicals
Just whisper

Did you ever build with those endangered bones?
Well the ground looks soft enough to bury this now
Oh please, oh no.

And then my sponsor said “Do nothing. Nothing works.”
And then my doctor said “Don’t do that if it hurts.”

She said “It just feels inhumane to lose this much.”
Cause when you leave, you know you take more than your love.
The seasons of cicada days we can’t make up
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much.

Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up
Don’t let me leave, I’ll only take more than I gave. Okay, I’ll pack my stuff
Here at the end of days, my god, what have I done?
Christ now it feels damn inhumane to get all I've dreamed of

Keep coming back, it works if you work it
So work it, you’re worth it, it won’t if you don’t
One day at a time, tomorrow’s too late, amen.

"In case I make it,"

Cicada Days

White noise - Will wood

Trick

Mary

Platonic Best Friend

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Lofi version of "Don't Know Why" by Norah Jones

I waited til I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come

When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand

Out across the endless sea
I will die in ecstasy
But I'll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road alone

Something has to make you run
I don't know why I didn't come
I feel as empty as a drum

I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come

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don't know why ~ lofi

From Wikipedia:

"An idioglossia is an idiosyncratic language invented and spoken by only one person or very few people. Most often, idioglossia refers to the 'private languages' of young children, especially twins, the latter being ... commonly referred to as twin talk or twin speech."
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Lyrics:

Fritzy was the TV, sorta work and sorta doesn't
Like the snowy out the window was the fuzzy on the screen
And snorey-borey were the little toys upon the floory
And the neighbor kids were always kinda mean
So criss-cross sat and chitter-chat, our days were spent conversy
Interspersy little words our very own till we'd forget
Just where the English end and where our little words beginned
And ennui aid and time abet et ceter-eter-ret-set-set-set

We take a syllable, the funnier the better
We say it till we make it be a word
Lexicon of beg and borrow
Idioglossary are oh,
Isn't it the bestest thing you ever ever heard
Understood by no one but
The two of us and you know what
I mean when all I'm saying is a-la-a-wah-a-oh
It's something magical, absurd, and so
Much fun, this thing that we both know

So we made a language and we meant to keep it secret
But the words were so hilarious we had to share them all
We put it alphabetic and we gave 'em definitions
And we wrote 'em out in crayon on the wall
Well, Momma didn't really take a liking to the mural
Truly, artistry is never understood within its day
But maybe, in the end, we like it better as an enigmatic
Game that only we can play, it's siblinguistic anyway


Idioglossary

The Room Where it Happens

21st Century Breakdown

21 Guns

American Idiot

Wake Me up When September Ends

Oh Love

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Nimrod

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)

International Superhits!

Basket Case

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Platonic Best Friend

Bug Hunter