soft as snow, mybloodyvalentine cover

candy coated dream - neutral milk hotel cover

Tied Yr Tooth To The Door

Shut up

My baby weeny baby

In the aeroplane over the sea cover

drink bleach

Dtyruikjhfgdiukjhfgd

Sappy Cover

When I touch you
I’ll kiss your clit with my tongue
I’m gonna make you cum
and if you do
well I’ve done my job
don’t look at me
No, I’m a slob
slovenly, I cast my love
I’ll make you chase me
yeah I’ll make you run
so just keep running
cos I’m not catching up
please don’t call me
cos I’m not picking up
and if I do
well you’ve done your job
in the sea, I cast my rod
from red to brunette
Oh from black to blonde
giving you head
but now your head is bald
bating my hook
but now its just a pond
no life’s not too confusing
you’re either right or wrong
love to hear you sing
that’s why I wrote this song
wide goldfish eyes
you just swim right by
this girls got a brother
now he’s paralyzed
you’re gonna make me cry
I’m not catching shit
but I’m still gonna try
don’t wanna hurt you, friend
but I’m not picking sides

Goldfish version 3 or 4 or 5 i dunno

Silverfish(wav)

this song is unfinished...


now yr buildingg up that fence again
what are you hidingfrom
you know i'm gonna rip it down
andsoon i'll be  skipping town again
the coffee is hidden in this house
i'm gonna tear that damn fence down
my friends, i don't wanna let you down again
so now i'm building that fence 
you know, the one that i sit on
so long, farewell
its true, adieu
seeya round, ciao
its been nice, goodbye
writing on a foreign page
what would your maker say?
if you turned blue
in the lips
from a kiss or a spider bite
he might bring you back to life
he could if he wanted to
its true, adieu
seeya round, ciao
its not alright, goodbye
everythings just fine. goodnight

fences

 In the little hole torn in the corner 
of my pillow there’s a tunnel
I sleep with the snakes under my blankets
my river bed, we drift like serpents 

sweating ocean floating seasalt
sometimes motion sickness puzzles
if I fall off I’ll drown in my carpet
unwashed clothes and empty bottles

in my head there’s a tunnel
sweat drips down into the funnel
there are bugs in my covers
there are cackling hyenas

sweating ocean floating seasalt
mostly seasick from the diesel
you won’t find me on the carpet
it will steal me like a tar pit


Tunnelsss (unfinished rough demo)

thinkin' bout ricky

dylan gene napolitan

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