You never know
Whats behind your door
So lock all your doors
And watch the clock tick down

You're never gonna leave this town
Never gonna leave this house
Too caught up in what you always wanted
Too afraid to make yourself proud

You Never Know

How them Glory days treatin' ya now?
Still ridin that high?
Still on the way up?
Stil got all them friends hangin around?
Still burnin the rug?
Still cuttin it up?
And I see them gathered round' your hospital bed
I see them at your wake, singin' them hymns 
Don't see them next to you on that dirty couch
Don't see them next to you in your clock out line
Next to you in your clock out line

Oh where are they all now
On that lonely drive home
Singin all them old songs all alone
Oh where have my glory days gone
oh where have my glory days gone

The Glory Days

Breathe

A demo EP of three songs inspired by specific places and experiences I had on a road trip to the Southwestern United States earlier this year.

Writing for all three songs began whilst in the locations they are named after, and were finished soon after. 
My intention was to capture the essence of these places based on my short time in each one, and then to explore a deeper, more universally human aspect beyond what was simply present on the surface.

The locations are (chronologically) as follows:

Lindsborg, Kansas
Red Rocks & Garden of the Gods, Colorado
Valles Caldera, New Mexico

I hope you all enjoy them. I am happy to share with you these three very special songs.

Love,
Friendly Stranger

travel trilogy

lindsborg (demo)

MAVERICK [PROD. MANTRA]

GARDEN  [PROD. JoshPetruccio]

PRODUCED BY E. JACOBS
Ever find yourself wishing there was a fun rap song that references episodes, catchphrases, and characters from smash cult masterpiece "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia" in every bar? Don't we all. Well, look no further! VERY RAW, very Sela, very Sunny.

(Lyrics)

Thassa wild card, w-w-wild card
W-w-wild card, bitchessss
It's Always Sunny, It's Always Sunny
It's Always Sunny In My Crib
Yeah

Da Patty Wagon rolliiin 
Take me to da gang
I pop pop gun fever,  shoot shit
My shit bang 
 Call up the greenman cause da weed's  insane, uh

It's always sunny in my crib 

My sun don't set, so please stop waitin
Respect my act cause of de implication
Now who pooped the bed? Brownin out like some bacon
Who pooped the bed? Who pooped the bed?


 Dank, I hit the slopes with frank
Got snow in the nose, in the brain
No hoes or Jabrones in my lane
get tossed get throwed like a dumpster babe
Now what a fucker say?
I'm a mantis bitch you a cricket
Cannot romance ya,  drill ya like Dennis
I cultivate mass just to add to menace
Been king of de class for a minute
King of the rats, fringe class for a minute
I'm Ronald Mac, you play back, bet ya Grimace
Bitch Try to shush me? I'LL NEVER BE FINISHED
If you see me out then pay ya homage
Give me a shout, golden god is among ya
 5 star man, you a 2 star youngster
Got the wolf cola, doggy in the bunker
Bitch you a snail, come around me I'll salt ya
Assault ya, drink a whole case
Beat Boggs on the startup
Say he want a hoor that can cook like his mama
Do this all Dayman, waitress got a problem
Wait is there a problem? Nah
It's always sunny in my crib
Yeah

 Can't sell out for the fame but lord
I want so desperately to win an award but
It's always sunny in my crib

RIP to Country Mac Daddy

Breathe

Cody Native

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