Summer nights

The Upload

cavetown // devil town

maybe i was boring

for memories

white wine in a wetherspoons

Solace (feat. Erin The Gifted & Velvet Lune)

Produced / Sung / Written - @thomasalanng
Mixed - @imamysticbeing

Verse 1: 
My mind is falling to bits 
It’s 3am and I’m missing your lips 
Friends ask if I’m doing fine 
But I just smile and lie and lie’

All I want is just another day 
to have to hear you say - hear you say

Chorus:
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)

Verse 2: 
Hey so who cares now I'm not gonna lie 
Feeling kinda sick a little (dead inside) 
People walking out one at a time 
Like JT said Bye Bye Bye (BYE BYE)
Just have to smile through the pain 
And believe in what you say - in what you say

Chorus:
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)

Bridge:
Text message on read 
many things unsaid 
your smiles stuck in my head
Can’t I just forget about you

Every single day I miss
Can't help myself but reminisce 
What kept me going was hearing you say

Chorus:
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)

It's gonna be okay

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/235m3adTb5WObAJWOonO4f?si=K_QK6s9gTMe_whikRGgwlw
apple music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-guess-single/1492840221

produced by me & med
https://soundcloud.com/medicatedbeats
vocals by Thiago & love-sadKiD
https://soundcloud.com/teeawgo, https://soundcloud.com/love-sadKiD
mixed & mastered by polearm
https://soundcloud.com/polearm

cover art by adrelix
https://twitter.com/adrelixart

i guess?

i guess? (feat. Thiago, love-sadKiD & medicatedbeats)

prod. @officialbiosphere
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter


Tall tales - short attention span.


Lyrics:
It was a while ago but I used to make origami/
I used to fold washi paper into cranes for a hobby/
I formed their bodies with perfect angles and dog-eared corners/
making everything from Bengal Tigresses to pale Border Collies/

where you could pull their tails to make them flap their wings/
or pinch their necks to make them roar with their complex anatomies/
but that all came crashing down tragically when, well what happened is/
or was, a horrible freak paper cut accident/

so I tried out something different and practiced martial arts a bit/
transformed my legs and arms to armaments, an armistice I forged between my mind and body/
Karate chopping thick slabs of marble to marbles and
blocked a kick with nothing but thinking the thought of “I will block this kick”/

I fought and fought again, I’d always win/
until one day I fought the wrong sensei and somehow lost to him/
and then I figured I could use a new hobby fast/
when I woke in the ICU, mummified inside a full body cast/

so I tried out woodworking, and learned a thing or two/
about building birdhouses and a sanctuary for the endangered with the zoo/ 
and without nails or glue I built some perfect-fit architecture with versatile sandalwood/
that even termites wouldn’t dare to chew/

but the Steel Industry is a much different beast,
their countless inner rings of arsonists don’t like and fear anything built with trees/
so I got into magic with simple tricks/
err, I mean illusions, like how to make a yacht disappear without sinking it/

I put live rounds inside a real gun for every bullet I’d catch/
and I sawed a lower limb, double amputee woman in half/
but when your Transported Man has to trap, clones in tanks to drown/
they’ll take you out, pulled at the drop of a hat with a vanished act, but still, I’m safe and sound!/ 

but rules are rules so I was gone fishin’/
I threw a net and accidentally caught a dolphin pod in it/
I’ve got some FOMO, rowed from coast to coast/
and caught the Lochness Monster without my rod and then caught the Ogopogo with it/

I studied mutated fish in ponds near Chernobyl/
with evidence of Kraken tentacles adorning on our boat’s hull/
we stumbled on a whaling operation, so we thwarted them/
but let’s just say my fishing boat’ll never be seaborne again/

so I got into miming…/
then I tried out a comedy class to practice my - timing/
and I’d showcase new material at sold out shows on the weekend/
then I auditioned for SNL and they let me host for a season/

I popped up on the screen opposite promising Hollywood starlets with Oscar noms/
in romcoms with a record box office streak/
but my private pilot had the last laugh
when I cracked a joke and split his sides, and we were forced to crash land/

so I took the plunge and tried out diving, took a stab at fencing/
gave clay pigeon hunts a shot, and then I tried to tackle wrestling/
tried the chef thing but I let Gordon Ramsay ingest some foreign bodies/
so I’ve been thinking ‘bout getting back into origami/

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The Hobby Swapping Problem (prod. biosphere)

white wine in a wetherspoons

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