suburban boredom

Stick around

Let down your hair, dog
The enemy’s been so close for so long
I love you to death, Sarge
You know I’ll take all your burdens 
Even when it hurts

Take off your basics,
Cartier bracelets
I’ll try to hold the tune
Try to act shameless
Still I make faces
Is this new too to you?

Take yourself a dirty a Dirty Vacation
Forget about your little vocation
Dive into oil spills
Sunsets on garbage hills

Let’s forget this industry
They never wanted me
You popped champagne and sign the line
Then they move the finish line

Posthumous records
They sell out in days
If only I’d learned to do that at my age
I just sweat off my makeup
And I slip off the stage
I’ve had six drinks, nine drinks
Now I can find the floor on my own
(Six drinks, nine drinks, I’m in heaven)
I can find the floor on my own
(Six pence, I’d pay it all to impress ‘em) I can find the floor on my own

Take yourself a dirty vacation
Forget about your little vocation
Dyed all the oceans blue
The same hue as our attitudes
Let’s forget this industry, they never wanted me
You popped champagne and signed the line
Then they moved the finish line

Wake up saints
You’re okay
Make your bed
To another day of paradise
A parasol in Molotovs
It’s Waimea if you close your eyes
(Don’t close your eyes)
The enemy rides at sunrise

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Of that, of that, I am sure)

Take yourself a dirty a Dirty Vacation
Forget about your little vocation
Dive into oil spills
Sunsets on garbage hills
Let’s forget this industry
They never wanted me
My backpack’s full of shelved CD’s
The paper trail burns with the tree’s

Dirty Little Vacation

de la bel la

sup fam, 
new tune for ya!
recorded, performed and written by Palo Sopraño
mastered by Dalton Moehnke

Summer Mumble

F100

Enregistré, produit et mixé par Pantin Plage 

Masterisé par Luc Gyrou.

Artwork par Agathe Reille et Pantin Plage

Toutes les chansons sont composées, enregistrées, produites et mixées par Oscar Metz et Nicolas Reibel, sauf:

-Clavier Valparaiso: Clément Fourrier
-Flûte Traversière Valparaiso: Pierre Reibel
-Guitare lead Acapulco: Paul Landais
-Acapulco composée par Paul Landais, Oscar Metz et Nicolas Reibel

VALPARAISO

i could never call myself
your winning luck
your gem beneath the junk
a smile 
your little spell
is not enough to keep me hanging on your shelf

there's nothing more i'd regret 
than wasting all my time instead
waiting for the perfect one
to give me everything i want
you can give it all to her
somebody that needs it more
i'll love myself
better than you can
but you have my mind
always spinning 

i won't settle for
a late night excuse for you to come darken my door
and every night i rest easily
knowing that babe
you're what i want not what i need

there's nothing more i'd regret 
than wasting all my time instead
waiting for the perfect one
to give me everything i want
you can give it all to her
somebody that needs it more
i'll love myself
better than you can
but you have my mind
always spinning

// written, recorded + produced by bianca ocampo
instagram.com/bianca.jpeg/
www.youtube.com/user/ocampobianca
https://urbanationmusic.bandcamp.com/

spin

Twelfth song off "Calendar", out on December 31st!
Artwork by Eli Wengrin
--
I can’t see what's right in front of me
I’m still living in the past
I can’t keep up it’s going way too fast
I suppose that I’m just getting older
I’m afraid I haven’t lived enough
I spend so much time on my own

I should stop feeling sorry for myself
'Cause in the end I’m pretty fine
Just another product of my time
Take the time to talk all these things through
Don’t leave it bottled up inside 'cause that
Just leaves you feeling blue

I’ve got so much time but I never feel bored
Anxiety keeps knocking at the door
Just like Ian said, “I want to be adored”
Or like Nina, “Baby I’ve been your whore”

I should strive to always feel my best
But it takes a little bit of work
And I usually just want to rest
Make some space where I can feel alive
Without anyone telling me
I’ll take the responsibility

I’ve got so much time but I never feel bored
Anxiety keeps knocking at the door
Just like Ian said, “I want to be adored”
or like Nina, “Baby I’ve been your whore”

I’ve got so much time but I never feel bored
Anxiety keeps knocking at the door
Just like Ian said, “I want to be adored”
or like Nina, “Baby I’ve been your whore”

Dirty Little Vacation

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