Lyrics:
Why do you run away from me
when in different galaxies
we're still together
Sat beside you
and now I'm looking across the diamond table
It was all just a dream
just a dream

Why do I feel like
we're the children of a fantasy
If god really loves me why
do I drown in misery

Wet season
Wet season

Why do you drink Coca-Cola from a can
Do you know the man
he's gonna take your money away
Well he can take it everything
Sat beside you
only I took too long and now my star is gone
Don't let your heart get carried away
She's upstairs oh may I on my way

Life is made to paint
It's never too late to change
Only I feel just like you
painting grapes and in the rain

Wet Season
Wet Season
I hate wet season baby
I hate wet season baby

You can take the sun away from me oh (I hate wet season baby)
It's the reason why I stay indoors

Don't wanna stay indoors tonight
Don't wanna see no ghosts tonight
and if I do I have the might
and if it's you it's a sight

02 WET SEASON

First Christmas | Scriva
--
Called out from the sea below,
your hands waking up
Sleeping out the whole night, stealing
Count all your orders out

Then we'll cull from the folly:
The past year

Found it on the 7th floor
Southbound, looking out
And all the while, you're calling up your mother
Telling when you'll be back

But then to pull over your promise--
You always do
But it'll make not the difference
To call and be lied to
Baby, don't cancel on me

'Cause there's wolves in the mountain, too steep for them to care
And I'm holed in your garden, the problems that weren't there
Now it's shaking up the timeline, you'd rather be alone
And I'll be aching for your body

You booked one out, now I'm on my own
But won't you tell me when you get home
I'm writing down our end-year wishes
I ain't sleeping through our first Christmas
You booked one out, now I'm on my own
But won't you tell me when you get home
I'm writing down our end-year wishes
I ain't sleeping through our first Christmas
You booked one out, now I'm on my own
But won't you tell me when you get home
I'm writing down our end-year wishes
I ain't sleeping through our first Christmas
--

Emil Apostol - Saxophones
Ryan Jacob - Voice, Guitars, Korg M1, Percussions

Written and produced by Ryan Jacob
Mixed and Mastered by Patrick Palomares

Photo by John Valenzuela

First Christmas

Rockstar Ready
Off the album, 'Andy Chlau'
#AndyChlau #AndyChlau #2018 #Now

tinyurl.com/andychlau

Lyrics:
Come on now (The #Rockstarsready , yeah)
It's showtime (The #Rockstarssteady, yeah)
And you know now (The #Rockstarsready , yeah)
She's rockstar (The #Rockstarsready , yeah)

We dumb songs(Swing bada bada swing)
It's backbone (The #Rockstarsclevelish)
From the let go (The #Rockstarsready #now)
It's get down (The #Rockstarssteady #now)

Come on now (The #Rockstarsready , yeah)
It's showtime (The #Rockstarssteady, yeah)

Yeah

We dumb songs(Swing bada bada swing)
From the let go (The #Rockstarsclevelish)
It's in the backbone (The #Rockstarsready #now)
And you know now (The #Rockstarssteady #now)

It's getting warmer
In the city
And I'm ready to go now

'ROCKSTAR READY'

Sean Palomares
Ryan Jacob
Patrick Palomares

02 WET SEASON

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