TRSH - Spontaneous Cowboy

Once again it's five in the morning and I'm stuck on your porch couch
'cause I ruin fucking everything
An angel opens up their upstairs window and beckons down to me
"What's your fucking problem and why the fuck are you always like this?
 You're so bent about the past but you've got nothing good to miss"
Oh no!
I thought that there was way more to this, but I'm just getting over something.
I never took it personally; all the hardcore "don't believe you"s
No more concrete confidence, no more lying to you through your kitchen window
I can't help it if I lose control
I'll just keep lying to myself and say it's my dad's fault
Oh no! I thought that there was way more to this, but I'm just getting over something,
and of course I'll think that a couple words could fix this and one day you'll be saying
"I don't hate you, we just don't talk that much anymore"

I Don't Hate You

Ogbert The Nerd – Get in the Robot

51 sea slugs

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04 Sacrifice

(Intro - Whispered invocation over ambient synths and a slow, pulsing heartbeat rhythm, fading into soft acoustic strums)
We lovers holding out the keys...
Smiles warm, rushes out the solar plexuses,
Umbilical cords laying bare, afraid but carrying courage...
To dominate this life...
(Verse 1 - Haunting, mid-tempo melody with ethereal vocals and building strings)
We want to change our lives to something more beautiful,
Than we could ever imagine, wanting to spend it bound,
Even after death commands the physical body to die.
Mother puppeteer cuts the strings of the eyes' windows,
When the transmission ends, bound forever in pure loving warm energy,
Dark lustful loving eternity we wish to walk this earth with you,
If you wish, from our bodies split open from the contact of our warm hearts.
(Pre-Chorus - Intensifying with layered echoes and subtle percussion)
A star-crossed occultist triad, Death Moth triangle,
Of love, hope, dreams, past blood spilled as the shadows of our souls.
With a silence comes from the death, manifests desires in casting,
Attaching to living, witnessing in real time a synchronicity to evoke.
As hypertension is commanded to be repressed, letting the lines of fate change,
The goddesses that hold the keys to the lines of life,
Mother Death itself grants as gifts, as still we are her children,
Lost after birth, the womb, the void where...
(Chorus - Cathartic explosion with driving drums, distorted guitars, and soaring harmonies)
We the Death Moths crave to feel alive forever,
Unknown but so intuitively feeling it breeding,
Felt fluttering, suicidal passionate moths fan their wings,
Begin a suicidal mission to fan the flames of purity and trust.
The lovers before were of Mother Death's mate, Father Time's,
Their intimacy, the union created we,
Made the thoughts of creating the cosmic void bleed something dark,
But made of pure love and calming peace taught.
(Verse 2 - Slower, ritualistic vibe with electronic pulses and whispered overlays)
Before the cosmic cannibalistic god snake,
That's forever eating its tail, built black hole consuming,
Forcing out the white holes' burst, rebirth of razorblade hearts.
Time from the death of the devouring purposeless dull life,
Only by humans giving what pompous selfish priests and priestess whores,
Stealing, trying to keep hidden, sealed by the threshold of life.
Block I gain access by worship in nightmares that were wet dreams,
The poets when dead do dream of all the senses asked to germinate.
(Pre-Chorus - Building with vocal distortions and rising orchestration)
Begin the vows we offer our dedicated promises, the wishes,
The unfolding of long-held dreams caged until now.
Written in blood, a union channeled between sorrows revered,
Into power, love, and passionate screaming embers,
Branding our hearts with the symbols of light...
(Chorus - Epic repeat with added synth swells and backing chants)
We the Death Moths crave to feel alive forever,
Unknown but so intuitively feeling it breeding,
Felt fluttering, suicidal passionate moths fan their wings,
Begin a suicidal mission to fan the flames of purity and trust.
The lovers before were of Mother Death's mate, Father Time's,
Their intimacy, the union created we,
Made the thoughts of creating the cosmic void bleed something dark,
But made of pure love and calming peace taught.
(Bridge - Atmospheric slowdown with spoken-word elements over droning bass and flickering effects)
(Branding our hearts... with the symbols of light...
Pure love... calming peace...
Death Moths... alive forever...)
(Outro - Fading echoes, returning to whispers and a single heartbeat fade)
We lovers holding out the keys...
Smiles warm... courage to dominate...
Bound forever... in the void...
(Symbols of light... eternity...)





We Lovers Holding Out the Keys

fail better, heal faster - vermont

Made by JANK, not me:

https://ohnoitsjank.bandcamp.com/

LYRICS:

And I was wondering if you would come over and play, some Katamari
we could sit around and look at the clouds
and remember when we were thirteen
Pig pen where are you going?
There's still so much to see
and maybe if we're lucky we can stay up late and watch tv

You're not real, but you're something
You're not real, but you're everything
Fuck

Oh caitlyn you're something
Oh caitlyn you're something
Looking down at me because you're so goddamn tall

Oh caitlyn you're nothing
Oh caitlyn you're nothing
because you're an imaginary dog

Oh caitlyn you're something
Oh caitlyn you're nothing
Because when I'm with you
Because when I'm with you
Because when I'm with you I feel alive

Oh caitlyn you're something
Oh caitlyn you're nothing

You're not real but you're something
You're not real but you're everything

You're not real

JANK - Caitlyn

Made by JANK, not me:

https://ohnoitsjank.bandcamp.com/

LYRICS:

Sharp lances school dances sharp lances school dances
I am not tall enough to ride
Stratego libido stratego libido
When will I take Finland in this game of risk?

Everything is a bummer, and summer will not bring me slumber
And I don't care if your ampeg 8x10 is from 1973
Maybe if you kissed me less on the forehead I could answer you
But maybe we're both meant to wear the costume

Maybe I'm just walkin into houses made of bread, isn't it sad?
Bring Shia down and make me into a waterbed
Just rest your head on my pancreas-ississippi christian born again
Into the wild without a tiger child
Sorry if you still don't get it, try to change the channel with it

JANK - Ouran Highschool Toast Club

Slow Burn

everything is in your hands

South Loop Summer

Sour OG RPG

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