Void of the self

Debut EP ' Farmers Market ' by Stannington 

Newcastle-upon-Tyne

Lewis Thompson (vocals)
Mark McGarry (Guitar, Piano)
Joe Munsey (Guitar)
Louis Clark (Bass)
Charlie Radford (Drums)


Engineered by Alex Blamire at Polestar Studios, Byker, Newcastle-upon-Tyne
Mastered by Mikey Young

Artwork by Joe Munsey (@munseydesign)

Farmers Market

safe place

mix & produced by blurhie

lyrics:
The tats on her neck are so cool
She gets dumb high in the backrooms
I know you don't like to
Her makeup's smudged to the t-shirt
The lipstick on to meet her
You get occasional blues

She's like how do you make it a movie
Her face is so pretty but she's cynical
Bury photographs of your memories
You never want them back oh girl please

A shitty person you might be
I know they've done you wrong
You don't owe anything
A dark mind makes for an exorcist
She loves when it makes all the buzz
But don't do it again

She like how I feel ashamed
Like it's not gonna bother her
Think I'm going insane

How many times have you cried
You're so 2009
Open up emotion doors
Don't worry I'm fine
How many times have you lied
Like you're in disguise
I tell her every secret I hold
Hope she doesn't cry

occasional blues

Lewis Thompson (vocals)
Mark McGarry (Guitar, Piano)
Joe Munsey (Guitar)
Louis Clark (Bass)
Charlie Radford (Drums)

Recorded by Alex Blamire at Polestar Studios, Byker, Newcastle-upon-Tyne

Mastered by Lanzarote Studios (Lewis Thompson)

Artwork by Joe Munsey (@munseydesign)
credits

Dangerous Dogs

mix by blurhie
produced by blurhie & @thedissatisfiedyouth
written by blurhie & @thedissatisfiedyouth

lyrics:
Into intoxicate or some lost state
Broken windows and candle lights what can I say
Dare to invite your nails under my skin
The nights so young do you dare to die in every option
A new drug, I've seen how you both are
I cross what's mine, in every single trailer park

Into intoxicate or self medicate
Happy hearts with goth remarks may sound strange
A new gun I’ve seen how you don’t run
You cross my face in every single breath I take

I quake, when I see what you've become
Unholy mistake
Your heart was never dumb
Or blinded
Or covered in a veil
Tempt with the poison
My soul is not for sale

If ashes are to ashes
Will we ever fade away
Is this life a curse
(covered in a veil)
I know its all in vain
(my soul is not for sale)

Into intoxicate or some lost state
Broken windows and candle lights what can I say
Dare to invite your nails under my skin
The nights so young do you dare to die in every option

intoxicate ft. blood estate

[Lyrics]

I am struhen für ein ess
Tee fehl
Fahl ein siel
It's bright for you

Salt in the turret beach
Oh I'll need you by now
A bird fell through the tiny peach-hole
Don't need you by now
He fell through the turret breach
Oh I'll need you by now
I'm on deck, P.S.:
Next I'll try mine out

Missy grew more thoughtful
That thought will allow smoke
Through another nightfire douse
Choked out more
Like a karakuri-no-baka Chaka Khan
With sails unfurled I accept the girl
Gold-ass nun
Now face a chopped-down Christmas

Bobbin' on the Guff
Got chuffed we got knocked up
Get stuffed now
Dusted up right
Ghost drugi glow from the light brooding
Like Rudy, Huck-stable under the table
Kamala Llama jamsmith
And we all out on that when 43's called in
TAC'd

Ah ah ah!
All night rhythm on the beat
The song you shake a really good stand
And I eat your head
I'll be empathizin' to you, man
And then I'll pave your mind like Buddah
I'm not sure here what my rose can achieve
It's taken all damn year just to know my name
I know me by your palm
Some mad fronds
Your last number felt the chopped-up Christmas

Bobbin' on the Guff
Got chuffed we got knocked up
Get stuffed now
Dusted up right
Ghost drugi glow from the light brooding
Like Rudy, Huck-stable under the table
Kamala Llama jamsmith
And we Timb okay
Just enough gang on the flip
We knock, and they go tchotchke

x///X,

All for this money
Arts!
All for this money you gave us
It was old pee! Wouldn't yall agree?

A modern pee, الله أكبر
You wanna check my pot in the mornin'?
Pee Al-Lat, ah!
You wanna check me, baby?
P.S.: Onna Nakba?
You wanna tempt my thigh to the water?
That a lot of added salt back

Told you that
No I'm not
I'll fuckin' leddim ch0ke
A modern pee
Knowing that
I'll fuckin' leddim ch0ke
A modern pee
Knowing that
I'll fuckin' leddim ch0ke
No guilt in the morning, that
Knowing that
I'll fuckin' leddim ch0ke

Issa dusty one ain't it?
Salt and cheese
To make lube in back
And spill my tea
D'accord?
Come on to swing
I'll be damned, I wrote this like this
And she probably wouldn't wanna pop out
For that I'm sorry
I'm right so behave your potpourri
So cold it's got Trump slippin' off
Chalk Papa to Cal

I mourn the severe oppression like me
I felt the long tin rope
I mourn the se-a, but when shall that be?
Love lunging love
I more disagree
Nadir mint swell
A love too low
I more disagree not to, so
I let you go
I'm warnin' some B
A pusher like me come out
Let you grow
And while I disagree, I can let you in free
Look at the legend grow
And while I disagree, may your bed swell
Gonna let you know
The more I disagree, the legend of the vixen
Won't let you go

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