❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🏄🏄❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

that bass line can have my babys holy shit 😵‍💫😵‍💫

can marry us 😜💯 ed shera n ultamate chess checkers board ness 

i get to work, i start to cry in my car :(

for james joyce

while it taps the window pane
silver snow, mirrored light
now the time has finally come

the snow is falling, the wind blows
to take it where it needs to go

the snow is falling, the wind blows
caps my grandfather’s headstone

the snow is falling, the wind blows
sticks to our wool, head to toe

the snow is falling, the wind blows
take me where I need to go

the snow is falling (for james)

reworking of an old song. kind of an early mix. single from a new album or ep? maybe..
bass: leo
mixing: dante

Halloween

Ornament

Sawyer Dust - Ornament

gosksjxbsnsiai jsjskska horny. shsjsjsjsn this hsjsnsbxbs horny 7000 i’m jskajshz 7000

this is 7000

Heating

the artwork is a still from an old computer game by theresa duncan

hook

Lyrics:

I stared into the black void of night 
Aimlessly grasping 
At your dotted lines 

I miss you 
I miss you

Your eyes in the moonlight 
Hit just right 
It’s just right

dead of night

pasteboard - flipper (cover)

Blurry Vision

Lyrics:

All along I’ve been dreaming,
my home is gone, far away.
Cuz I’ve been gone, (yeah baby)
I’ve been traveling so far away.
Cuz I’m just so sick of what I’ve been facing,
I’ll kick myself in the teeth then I’ll brace my fall.
Put me in your box I wanna be cased in,
you can say a lot but I’ll never be convinced.

And I know it’s my fault.
My reasons that I keep inside 
the things I wish to say
I can’t help myself.

Your tattoos are burned inside my mind, and
your favorite songs are my lullabies.

All alone I’ve been waiting 
on what’s wrong, you’re far away
It won’t be long, I bet,
there’s no need to hold on, just tell me.
Cuz you turn my head at the thought of our name
and I can’t get up just to meet your face, I’d fall.
I’m trapped in a box of my own creation,
if you tell me all your thoughts I’d never be convinced of.

And I know it’s my fault.

Oh.
Oh.

Your tattoos are burned inside my mind, and
your favorite songs are my lullabies.

Your tattoos are burned inside my mind.

*****

Sawyer Dust - Ornament

holiday house 1999

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