I’ve broomed the footprints
Cleared the cobwebs
My day is dead
And I don’t mean “day is done”
I mean it’s gone, all gone
How could I just explain this to you?
You: replacing dawn?

Flashback to Texas
The leaves don’t really change down there
I swear
So days, they just bleed
Some days, they just fade back
To back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back
It’s too bad, so sad

So what else is there?
That’s the question
I’ve got no answer here
Time circles round the drain
And I’m still bathed in vain, all in vain
How could I take this back from you?
You: the constant rain?

Flashback to Texas
The leaves don’t really change down there
I swear
So days, they just bleed
Some days, they just fade back
To back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back
It’s too bad, so sad

Complete the chorus
And find the forest’s changed
At last,
It’s past
credits
released February 25, 2024
Slide guitar solo by Harry Horgan
Drums by Michael Hamlett
Words and music by Skyler Gonzalez

Drum/mix engineering by Charlie Cacciatore
Mastering by Luke Tweedy / Flat Black Studios

Back-to-back

Wonder

She's serious, she can’t go on
She's been saving up all her best cards
Ever-wandering for so many years
Always trying to say what she has to say
And now she's sweating out all of these fevers
But it’s alright cause she's never going back there again (oh no)
Never going back there again

To the place where she can never be nothing more
Than a cigarette or alcohol nothing more
She ain’t ever going never going never going back there again

Now she's selling off all that she owns
And she's paying back all that she owes
Not a gambler but she knows the odds
Never waiting for someone to rescue her
And she's making up all of these plans
But it’s alright cause she's never going back there again (oh no)
Never going back there again

To the place where she can never be (nothing more)
Than a cigarette or alcohol (nothing more)
She ain’t ever going never going never going back there again

She don’t care that the house won't just let her leave
And she don’t care that her friends all think she should have quit
Cause it is not a problem that the dealer needs a hit

She pushes through revolving doors as she finds herself in the Sands
Taking a seat on the open floor while she pictures the winning hand
Under the weight of the river's four it's the best that she's ever had
Into her heart and out her soul

She don’t care that the house won't just let her leave
And she don’t care that her friends all think she should have quit
Cause it is not a problem that the dealer needs a hit.

* * * 

Released May 2, 2025 

CREDITS:
Cello by Volodymyr Kotliarov
Drums by Glenn Welman
Mastered by Ryan Morey

Artwork by Jean-Louis Forain, titled "After Douai" 
Courtesy of the National Gallery of Art

Never Going Back - Single

Never Going Back

Line With A Hook

怪我爱太深

怪我爱太深 (伴奏)

Alba

flying spaghetti monster

Jellyfish is a haunting, orchestral descent into fragility, memory, and the slow unravelling of identity. With layers of guitars, ghostly strings, fractured piano and a myriad of synthesizer textures, the album captures Junkballer at their most vulnerable and cinematic. From the turbulent energy of “Brace Yourself” to the devastating stillness of “Hope You're Gonna Wait,” each track dissolves the boundaries between analogue warmth and digital disintegration. It’s a record that drifts like fog through emotional wreckage — political, personal, and planetary — wrapped in Junkballer’s complex arrangements and post-rock textures. Subtle, sorrowful, and immersive and also punctuated by moments of raw, youthful urgency

The Little Things

Langit Kelabu dan Kopi Tanpa Janji

Consider Me In

Consider Me In (Radio Edit)

The Blur
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

We lay back on our chairs
Take the sun, breathe the air
We relax on the deck
Have a meal with friends
It will never end

but bit by bit time goes by
drop by drop tears will dry
bit by bit the pain dies
and what we feel now, 
is not regret at all

It's a blur that clouds our mind
our vision almost gone
time has not been very kind
so few thoughts that we now own

[instrumental]

A drink in our hand
Nice hats for the sun
The talk is the same
We plan our next day
And decide who to blame

We lay back on our chairs
Take the sun, breathe the air
We relax on the deck
Have a meal with friends
It will never end

[instrumental]


Back-to-back

dizzy bridges