Christian Novelli

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indie af .

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i'm laying down in a field by myself

twelve hundred flowers i threw at ur house but who cares

losing my friends but were they really there I don't care

drowning in rain and its filling my veins but who cares

i painted you sleeping with a knife in ur hand do you care

I Guess I'm Not Dead Yet - Fox Academy

and also i'm really scared - fox academy

i'm sorry about yesterday - fox academy

lets put the bed sheets over our heads
we'll be spooky ghosts together in our beds
in our beds

lets put the bed sheets over our heads
we'll be spooky ghosts together in our beds
in our beds

we can glide over the oceans
we can hover across the clouds
where ghosts arent allowed

we can kiss under the stars
and we can kiss on planet mars
in our heads
in our heads

and i glance over at you
i can see right through you
cause youre a ghost
a spooky ghost

and you glance over at me
you can see right through me
cause im a ghost
a spooky ghost 

as ghosts we dont sleep
but that doesnt mean that we cant
pretend
and lie around

we're in a ghost romance
so lets haunt the ballroom dance
come on lets take a chance

you can be a ghost with no legs
you can be a ghost with no arms
you can be a ghost with no teeth
you can be a ghost with no head

and ill love you
and ill love you
it doesnt matter
cause nothing matters

and ill love you
and ill love you
forever forever
forever forever

lets put the bed sheets over our heads
we'll be spooky ghosts together in our beds
in our beds

lets take the bed sheets off of our heads
lets fall back together in our bed
and kiss each other
like humans.
 

spooky ghosts

bubble boy, an insignificant cell on a strangers body. a nobody, with no purpose, but i’ll still find a way to draw parallels to who looks better with their shirt off. now it feels like the world is spinning too quickly and sometimes i just can’t fucking believe that i’m here right now. please, i’m begging you to compare me to someone else. spit in my mouth,  then on my chest. let me taste you so when you’re gone i’ll know exactly what i’m missing. it’s 1am and i want to be apart of you in ways you’ll only bring up when you talk shit on me years later. until then i’ll kiss your stretch marks, and you’ll run your fingers across old scars, and together we’ll repeat 'i love you' until the mirror breaks.

the root of my problems doesn’t have a root at all. it isn’t a string or trail of bread crumbs i can follow back to a single moment. it isn’t a suppressed thought, it’s a voice that convinces me my thoughts are worth suppressing in the first place.

we'll repeat 'i love you' until the mirror breaks

you're a mess in public

Debut LP "Luxury Beverage" by Fox Academy available January 6th

silent figures in a film 
hands are shaking never still 
dancing on the lawn 
nodding along 
nodding along 
nodding along 
i will dye my hair 
always moving always moving 
calm and slow calm and slow 
calm and slow all alone 
drifting through a darkened room 
i hear sounds i dont want to 
tying ribbons to black balloons 
goodbye for now 
goodbye for now 
goodbye for now 
dancing on the lawn 
nodding along 
nodding along 
nodding along 
i will dye my hair 
always moving always moving 
calm and slow calm and slow 
calm and slow 
autre nom

Fox Academy - Hair Die

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Fox Academy - Grape Soda Bby

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Fox Academy - I See Yr Cute Decor

don't call me at all

they'll like me when i'm sick

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYh6dPoQYOw
Sitting on the old bridge
Catching all the shellfish
They all think we're selfish
But they don't understand
The way we feel
Casting ancient magic
Nothing is real
A crescent in the water
We seal the deal
Eating our bad habits
With one big meal
Sitting on the old bridge
The sky is painted dark red
Running from the cool kids
Cause they don't understand
The way we feel
Nothing is real
Nothing is real
Nothing is real

BRIDGES

these balconies are hardly safe
without a head to contemplate
seems chandeliers can clearly break
when crooked breathing wont awake

and i thought i knew you well
as my limbs begin to swell
with my awkward bloody knees
can't you just let me be, just let me be

stale repetition, blending in
marginal doorways getting dim
insisting chaos takes control
pretentious friendships let me go

everyone here is the same
everyone here is the same
everyone here is the same
everyone here is the same
I hardly remember their names

Weepy Hollow

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Michael Todd Berland and Christian Novelli