From Spoken word to Emo spoken word-core (?)by Camilla Senni

The World Is A Beautiful Place And I Am No Longer Afraid To Die - Autotonsorialist

Levi The Poet Presents Chapter Three: The Great American Game. This is the first single from his upcoming album: Correspondence (a fiction). Physical and digital preorders are now live! Let the story begin. 

Chapter Three: The Great American Game

Treehouses - dopamine - I'd Rather Forget

Produced, Engineered, Mixed and Mastered. 

Casey - Hell

Secret Keeper - Everything Falls Apart

Last Chance (Part 1)

Dependence - Drown.

Hotel Books - Wooden Floorboards

iTunes

September Stories - I'd Give Anything To Feel Something

Dissolve

Being As An Ocean - Dissolve

mewithoutYou on Audiotree Live

D-Minor (Audiotree Live Version)

The Manifesto

Mo(u)rning

Most roads lead to home

Something That Matters
I look around at all my friends, the "1-2-3-4-5 dead ends", the kids i'll never see again...the kids who mean the most to me. Staying up until the morning, in my kitchen swapping stories; memories I can't forget, no matter how the summer went.

We're here forever, and we'll die together.

If you plant a seed, it grows into a tree, and to us, to everyone, this never meant thing. I'm sorry Cameron, that she never meant a thing. This song's for you, wherever you might be, I pray that you stay golden and never come back home.

This song's for you, this song's for movin' on.
This song is for our friends who've been there all along.

Merchant Ships - Something That Matters

Everything Was Sound (Instrumental)

Panic Room (Instrumental)

Reminders

An Autobiography

Coventry

I know your throat feels so damn thirsty
But the Brita's empty once again in the fridge
I'm sorry Matt for being such an asshole
But the hole in the wall feels lonelier than it did

When i was seventeen
And the train tracks seemed so kind
Now my hometown's on TV
And the worst part feels so far from over 

And if i'm not bleeding
You can just assume i'm doing fine
I know my hands seem dry
But just assume it's cold outside
I'm sorry Mom, i've been lying this whole time
But don't you worry now, 'cause i've been talking to Caroline

When i was seventeen
And the train tracks seemed so kind
Now my hometown's on TV
And the worst part feels so far from over

--

There is nothing more miraculous than the exit 167 sign on the Garden State Parkway
The green glimmer glazed upon the horizon
Beckoning my name, distant but not forgotten
My heart is a factory off the New Jersey Turnpike
Fumigating industrial waste into my paper lungs
My chest, six panels and dotted coloring
Hiding in burrows disguised as Babylon
Writing off talking in my sleep as a reason to stay away from people


When I know, i'm just terrified of people

I know that no matter how hard I try
I am still drawn to the loading dock behind the Closter Cinemas
As it beckons our shared name
Home

--

And it hurts
That i still care
I'm trying to forget it
But i can't
Please understand

And if i'm not bleeding
You can just assume i'm doing fine
And if my hands seem dry
You can just assume it's cold outside
I'm sorry Mom, i've been lying this whole time
But don't you worry now, 'cause i've been talking to Caroline

Let me feel alive

I Kill Giants - Part 3

Lament

Deflector

A Lucid Dream (A Night At Montrose) [Live]

From Spoken word to Emo spoken word-core (?)by Camilla Senni

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