Watsky- Never Let It Die [All You Can Do]

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HEAVY RESCUE
Produced by Cecil Otter and Lazerbeak Guitar by Jake Hanson
(Hook)
They tried to attack you / They tried too late / We’re waiting on the storm to hide the wake / Bringing you up to the surface / dragging you up to the shore / holding you up to the sun like Is this yours? / It’s yours
(Cecil)
It’s yours right, this house with the boarded up doors right / poor site like maybe it’s mine and you made it
in time with the foresight / to light a torch and torch this place / coordinate my life with yours / private wars and a chore to relate in a world that you made fulla minor chords / Find the oars, lie in the wake / quiet your mind, they’re lying in wait / they’re firing everything all over everywhere / everyone in the asylum is safe / Wait, the size of the tide is—it’s rising again, so align with your horizons / So can I get a witness, can I get a clue / If I can’t, can I get an amen or a view / of the few and the proud that are crowding around the canals / in the masses to catch you and ration the savage of you / Grab for the branches, wrap them in you / we’ll scream to cause avalanches / that ceramic sunset’s for you
(Hook)
(Dessa)
Whitecaps break above us but at the bottom it stays calm / just the rising tides can touch us / just lift you up and set you down / But danger is as danger does / There’s a motor in the water and it’s coming for us / and I can smell the gasoline, smell the rust / and I can’t move fast enough away / Break, make for the deep end / don’t wait for me / cause I’ll be damned if they get another / just to catch and / catch and release
(Stef)
Choked, blotter on the tongue / water in the lung, trippin / hotter than the sun, fodder for the big guns / finished with your fun, know I’m not the one / Time crawls and I’m still here somehow beggin / still fear that I’ll waste my life on the end of your impulse / lettin the lead fly from your weapon / Hit or miss, bigger fish and a sea full / of deceitful creep people / Lust betrays, sweat the sheets through / So I stash and I grasp and I laugh and I plan it / keep it on the run like mechanics / You say Don’t hold your breath / you say Don’t sit and wait / Cause when you’re up then you’re out / and the fuss and the pout won’t work / don’t push them brakes
(Sims)
They came up the coast with a cavalcade / these seas I just can’t navigate / so I recalibrate / then bend the frame until the image freed up from the acetate / I was at the helm with the map and the loop / looking for a keyhole to pass on through / they were waiting outside with incisors / ready to devise, divide, and syphon the fuel / they just shoot, they just shoot / hand in the mouth from the garden we grew / so I’m carving until I make a shape that suits / fly the sail so the space match too / and all I wanted was good and free / and my hands were good enough / paid up with a couple cuts / bob and weave / find a space between and a cut above
(Hook)

DOOMTREE "Heavy Rescue"

Celebrity Without a ZIP

────── ✘ Hold On LYRICS ✘ ──────────

[Verse 1]
Loving and fighting
Accusing, denying
I can't imagine a world with you gone
The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of
I'd be so lost if you left me alone
You locked yourself in the bathroom
Lying on the floor when I break through
I pull you in to feel your heartbeat
Can you hear me screaming, "Please don't leave me!"?

[Chorus]
Hold on, I still want you
Come back, I still need you
Let me take your hand, I'll make it right
I swear to love you all my life
Hold on, I still need you

[Verse 2]
Long endless highway, you're silent beside me
Driving a nightmare I can't escape from
Helplessly praying, the light isn't fading
Hiding the shock and the chill in my bones
They took you away on a table
I pace back and forth as you lay still
They pull you in to feel your heartbeat
Can you hear me screaming, "Please don't leave me!"

➥ Song ➼ Hold On
➥ Artist ➼ Chord Overstreet

Nightcore - Hold On (Rock Version)

Color Blind

A Healthy Distrust

Sea Lion

Get it on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/quinine / Amazon: http://amzn.to/2ay5m0W / Spotify: http://spoti.fi/2b7c8KQ

Dessa just released a brand new single called "Quinine"!!! The track was produced by Paper Tiger with co-production by Lazerbeak and additional production from Dessa herself (shout out to that sweet marimba). A true family affair and ultimate collabo heat knocker in every sense. This is the first new bit of recorded music that Dessa has released since 2013's Parts of Speech album and hints at way more to come.

Written and performed by Dessa
Produced by Paper Tiger
Co-produced by Lazerbeak
Additional production by Dessa

Mixed by Joe Mabbott at the Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic

Photo by Bill Phelps

Quinine

Quinine - Single

Buy on iTunes

Dessa "Quinine"

Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Music by Dessa
Additional production by Lazerbeak and Andy Thompson

Chime

Jumprope

Dessa "Jumprope"

Title track from the new Four Fists album 6666 - in stores october 12, 2018 
Pre-order today at http://smarturl.it/fourfists6666
Tour dates: http://doomtree.net/shows

@fourfists is @yeahrightpos + @astronautalis
produced by @letmode 
additional edits + arrangement by @subpyao

I ain't never been to war
Knock on fucking wood
Neither have you
So, we’re doing pretty good
I ain't never killed a man
Once I stole to eat
I knew I wouldn't starve
So, it’s all just make believe

I think I'm George Patton
Herbert Hoover
Speaking Shakespeare to the stones
And hope that they'll be moved by words
Turn rivers into reservoirs 
I think I’m...fuck it!
I used to think I was Casanova
But I crumble nowadays
Whenever I sleep without her

I used to worship “Papa”
Spanish Civil War
Fishing off the Keys
Bullfights and cigars
Man, that shit don't work for me
I'm on some, “Fuck Bukowski!”
Heaven help us if Isaac Brock was right
Turning over every single stone in search of signs of life

It's kinda nice!
Quiet life
Far from the guns of war
Run my fingers through the grass 
And listen to you talk
Sunlight in the curtains
Freckles on your skin
This is my Everest, this my Silk Road,
this my south pole, Shackleton

Yeah, life is protest
We are weapons
God damn, love like Arab Spring
There are frontiers
They are endless
And they’re in our everything

[CHORUS]
The sun ain’t set on me yet
I ain’t got much, but I’m not alone
Inside each life there are four fists
We are made whole through our broken jaws
Broken jaws

I'm ready, I’m patient, I wait
Wait…Wait…
No I ain't
I'm scared and I'm quick to escape 
“Yeah, he went that a way” 
Maybe flattered and scattering?
Or flattened and shattering?
Or collecting data?
I don't have an idea that isn't unraveling 

WHOA!
Free where the breeze will take me
Helium and balloon but no string
This what nobody wanted
We stuck so far under 
We so out of sync 
Just remember to breathe
Just remember to be
Just remember how beast you be
Reach for like anything 
Do that shit easy

Nothing comes easy
Just take it easy
Do what the needs be
There ain't no freebies 
Earn what you keeping
Or think they do not need me
Cuz they don't if you sleeping
Caught in the romance and drama of, “woe is me!”
Stopped em from catching they opening
And there won't be credits 
This won't stop happening, ever

[CHORUS]

I'm learning it never makes sense
And that's ok
That life is a weapon itself
With the sharpest blade

There is not a heaven or hell
Just each day
And life is a death in itself
And I can change

I'm learning to let go as well
It’s so strange
The past is a part of me now
There's no escape

I made up the bed by myself
So I'm sleepin in it
There is no erasing the past
To get back what I lost cuz
I ain't dead yet!

I ain’t dead! (x 1000)

6666

Dessa - Dutch

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CREDITS:
Written by Dessa
Produced by Cecil Otter
Recorded at The Birdcage
Featuring Jessy Greene on violin

LYRICS:
Fifteen years from tonight 
You have to make a decision 
The greatest love of your life
Is gonna call during dinner…
From the home of the girl 
That he’s living with now. 
The guilt he’ll say is killing him
He’s wilted in the middle and 
He knows how bad he acted
Knows he can’t have you back
But the fact is he can’t be happy 
When you’re angry and you’re so angry 
He says you stayed so mad. 
He heard it on the street that 
You moved back in with your dad
You were drinking something awful 
And that makes him sad.
Then he says it’s good 
To hear your voice again
And that it’s hard to ask it, 
But he’s calling with a question. 
He’s been working real hard
Tryna make a new start
An honest-to-god fresh beginning 
So maybe you could try to 
Finally find in your heart
To forgive him. 

(Chorus)
You’ve already been here before 
You already know where it goes
You chose this, you know 
It’s supposed to be over. 
Refrain. 

He hung up the phone
You listened to the dial tone 
And you stared at the stove 
Until the beeping started 
You read some love letters some threats 
And some you couldn’t tell apart
That you keep under the bed 
At the apartment, and then you did 
What he asked you to do
You opened your heart up 
Right there on a napkin on the carpet
And part of it was frostbit
But you’ve always been a smart kid 
Could still distinguish
The blood black as pitch
Valves had gone stiff
Veins and scar tissue 
Four chambers just a standard issue 
But none had room. Forgiveness is huge
And you had two full of ice water
One fulla salt, one packed with coal 
Eager and ready and willing to find fault. 

Chorus

Then, with your heart in your lap
And your head in your hands
Suddenly you had a plan.
Wrap the mess in newspaper
Headed west on Hennepin,
Heavy with a huge favor  
For a kid that just turned ten.
A flat-chested gap-toothed girl
Was the best that I’ve been so far 
And now I’m too big to forgive him
I need just a moment with me,
A moment when I was still little.
I used to sing on the roof 
Outside my windowsill and
I came hoping some ghost of me 
Would be here still 
And here you are 
Stick figure and a busted grin
Still ignorant of the all trouble 
I’ma get us in.
Hoping we could trade, just for tonight.
Like I could borrow your heart and I could leave you mine
It’s not much for collateral,
Tattered and battle-scarred,
But I can promise you solemn
That I will be back for it tomorrow.
I only need yours this evening,
So I can call an old friend.
And I can tell him 
That we’re finally even.
That we’re finally even. 

Chorus

Dessa "Mineshaft II"

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