11.17.10 // cover

lyrics:

shadows on the wall
things that make me feel so small
90 degrees
leave me to my straight lines and symmetry

just know that i loved you but i'm scared

hiding from the sky
i can't look your memory in the eye
north facing needle sways
at night when god feels so far away

scared

it hurts even more that i know you're assuming the best of me

and i hope that im thinking of you in the thoughts that you think of me

and i dont think that i deserve to tell you i love you again anymore

if this is me caring then what do i care about anything for

laika

What if the band Hantitanti discovered unaired 90s television pilots and created music reflecting this find? This is that album. 

This is a collaborative project stemming from Kyle Bosman's creative and ambitious Twitch community. For more details, visit https://www.trueartmuseum.net/music

04 YuckICrushedMyCrush Lam

In The Morning

08_Interplanetary - MimiMoonbeam Ft. PunkRockGlock & MH

Lyrics by PunkRockGlock https://www.youtube.com/@punkrockglock https://soundcloud.com/punkrockglock + Star + KyleBosman
Vocals by  PunkRockGlock / Star / LegallyBoopy / Holly Hocket
Guitars by LamsJams - www.youtube.com/channel/UCgcarHk-EKOLgH1HMm6luAA

Burn her! Stake her! Burn her! Stake her! 

A knock on my door again
Just concerned citizens
Nothing to say them
Guess this means war again
Who are you hooligans?
Hootin' and hollerin'?
Only one way this ends
Yes this means war again!

I’m bored, let’s go to war
I’ll show the villagers
What they’d really die for
How dare they drag their filthy paws
Right to our bog
No they’ve got nothing
No gold, no glory, no fame, just hate
And a lot of fear… they’ve got a lot of fear

Volcanic making you sick
Don't panic, now you're in the big show
Magic the same old tricks, throwing you in the volcano
Poison breath Painful Death Is that your best?
No es bueno
Magic the same old tricks, throwing you in the volcano

Burn her! Stake her! 
Send this witch back to the maker
Grind her bones down to powder 
Whatever remains we turn to chowder
We the people are sick of this heretic
Cursing our lands with her blasphemous rhetoric 
We denizens will take it no longer
Dispel your wards that are keeping us somber
Pitchforks READY! Torches STEADY!
The burden we carry is heavy
Men, if you see her, aim for the head 
And then we can cheer once the witch is dead

Well now, look who it is
The big bad villagers? Overgrown kids! 
The erratic fanatics all striking the door
Here for my head just to settle the score? 
But they’re in for much more they’re not ready for this
The wards that I’ve placed are more fierce than your fist
Step any closer you’re lost to The Mist
Try to fight me and you’ll cease to exist!

I won’t be deceived
You’re not gonna leave
Won’t bother with begging or pleas
You scared little men need a monster to blame
So it’s time that I summon an active volcano

Step back unless you wanna fight me
Watch how I put a put plague upon ya
Y’all might have strong demands 
But throwin’ hands is one of my specialties
I’ll conjure up some company
A friend who reads the darker ink of blasphemy
Well that to me’s a friend indeed
Now see what a wicked pair are we

Callin’ spirits forth
Callin’ fire up
Lava in my blood
Gonna make it burn
‘Cause I make it work
 
You go straight in the volcano
Say your prayers and hope for a halo

Volcanic making you sick
Don't panic, now you're in the big show
Magic the same old tricks, throwing you in the volcano
Poison breath Painful Death Is that your best?
No es bueno
Magic the same old tricks, throwing you in the volcano

11.17.10 // cover

Glows Softly