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Baby Cries Over Drum Beat

songwriter, production, rhythm guitar, acoustic guitar, vocals, lyrics - th3o
songwriter, bass, production, lead guitar, rhythm guitar, backing vocals - thai
drums - Our Ride Or Die, Our Forever Love, MIDI von MIDIsample

[Verse]
I’ve seen it happen
I’ve seen it happen before
Ever since one guy
You’ve wanted more
And you say

[Chorus]
I’m spiteful and jealous, I’m overly dramatic
Just let me fit in, I’m not a bad asthmatic
They push you, they hurt you, they spit on your grave
but i think you like it, you like feeling pain

[Verse]
I thought of us twice
But I still walk along
We would drive barefoot
We’d sing your songs
And I say

[Chorus]
I’m spiteful and jealous, I’m overly dramatic
Just let me fit in, I’m not a bad asthmatic
They push you, they hurt you, they spit on your grave
but i think you like it, you like feeling pain

[Solo]

[Chorus]
I’m spiteful and jealous, I’m overly dramatic
Just let me fit in, I’m not a bad asthmatic
They push you, they hurt you, they spit on your grave
but i think you like it, you like feeling pain

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Driving Barefoot (demo)

For an on the go experience; made in studio by our Lovely, Thai.

Driving Barefoot Ringtone

demo for the fourth track off our upcoming EP, "Sad Music"

this song was spurred by the death of Kai Wesener, rest in piece, man. 

Th3o did everything for the demo. 

The cheap thrill of whittling away
Seems to happen to all you love
You quell one addiction babe
You know another one shows up

Pa da da buh da da

You know that I’m desperate man
I’ll take anything I can get 
Why do I wait to say beautiful things
Until that person has left?
And I know that Kai’s still out there
Underneath a sky of amber
And tomorrow I’ll feel way better
Oh, but tonight
Tonight I can’t do this
Tonight I can’t do this
Tonight I can’t do this
But I know I’ll be fine
Tonight I can’t do this
Tonight I can’t do this
Tonight I can’t do this
But I know 
But I know 
But I know 

But I know I’ll be

“Play this at my wake boy
Your song that never ends
For if you forget what key it's in
It won’t haunt me then”
He never liked my singing
But he likes the words I say
And I hope I do enough good
To see him someday
Been listening to too much sad music lately
Lost sight of what I could see
The present won’t ever feel like the past baby
But was the past ever so good to me?

I love ya, goodbye!

Sad Music [demo]

Awful past couple of months, just make you want to go anywhere but here, yknow? Bangladesh? Sure, why nawt.

Th3o did everything for the demo.

So, I guess this is what a man is
Six months of heartbreak; documented
And Mr. Foster took down his best video 
Classic example of a metaphor, y’know?

I know they’re not thinking of me
I’m just reminiscing
Thinking of how good it could be
Just for awhile

So maybe I’ll backpack in Bangladesh
And hike my ass to Bombay
Sources tell me it’s called Mumbai now
But you don’t tell me shit nowadays
And I’ve been busting my ass to get you out here
Y’know, you’re really subtle with your gratuity 
And someday I’ll have the strength to do it soon
Oh, this sunset feels so empty without you

I know they’re not thinking of me
I’m just reminiscing
I know they’re not thinking of me
I’m just reminiscing
I know they’re not thinking of me
I’m just reminiscing
I know they’re not thinking of me

Bangla Desh [demo]

Hōyō de anata o chissoku sa semasu (I will smother you with hugs)
Sō suru made wa (Until you die)
Hōyō de anata o chissoku sa semasu
Sō suru made wa

No one cares which way the wind blows
Until the pollen hits their nose
Honey, I love you
You say you feel like dancing?
Well, let’s dance until it's embarrassing 
Honey, I love you
I’ve fallen off my silver lining
Getting tired of what this life can bring
Honey, I love you
So maybe let’s get off of the topic
Of something this macabre and gothic
And tell eachother I love you

Hōyō de anata o chissoku sa semasu (I will smother you with hugs)
Sō suru made wa (Until you die)
Hōyō de anata o chissoku sa semasu
Sō suru made wa
Sō suru made wa
Sō suru made wa
Honey, I love you

Winona Ryder

My name is Julian Casablancas and I’m the lead singer of the Strokes!

Snoring in my apartment
Snore and pay her lease
Settle in now, darling
For the next couple weeks
Simmer down now white boy
It’s seems you’re too late
Well, dude, I just got here
But I guess I’m too late

Oh, the night is on your sleeve
Figurative and literally
Your blood
Her sweat
My tears
My fears
Of being here
Woah
No

Bottles of fluid instinct
Build up my wigwam
Pick up certain girls
That I wouldn’t I show my mom
I thought I would be older
Metabolism slow
But I like when we’re alone
So I reap what I sow
You have 27 dollars
This day will never end
Sangria in the park
This day can’t ever end

Oh, the night is on your sleeve
Figurative and literally
Oh, you’re watching all my lights
But you stop me when I’m green
Your blood
Her sweat
My tears
My fears
Of being here

You're Late

songs recorded and written by th3o age 15 - 18, expect for Nostril Cigarettes written by Jonas, Avril and Th3o and Driving Barefoot written and recorded by Th3o and Tyler

Tyler recorded bass, backing vocals, guitar and drums on Driving Barefoot

Nina Faye sings lead vocals on Big Star and backing vocals on Drooling Boyz (doesn't she kill it?)

Thank you to my parents, brothers, my Taco Tuesday crew, my amazing bandmate Tyler, Keyy, Thomas, Lilith, Navi, Pixel, Nate, Nat, Deergrub and anyone who has ever listened to even a second!

Driving Barefoot

Drooling Boyz

Thick Thighs

Chow Mein Supernova

Mademoiselle

Bangla Desh

Big Star

Nostril Cigarettes

my goth gf broke up with me :( wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Go on tell me that you’re leaving
I see the cross necklace that you’re chewing

Oh, she’s dead to me
She’s got a head full of lobotomies
She’s half witch, half anarchy 
Yet I still worship her
Oh she’s dead to me
she’s a hellcat of apathy
These boots were made ironically
Yet she’s walking for sure

Go on and tell me that I’m nothing
I’ll part your clouds to show the sun you’re shining
If you’re sleepin on the floor to show your bed whose boss
You’re gonna fill your dimples when you get lost

Still she’s dead to me
She’s got a head full of lobotomies
She’s half witch, half anarchy 
Yet I still worship her
Oh she’s dead to me
she’s a hellcat of apathy
These boots were made ironically
Yet she’s gone for sure

And there's been far too many winters 
That broke me down and down
And there's been far too many winters 
That broke me down and down

Oh, she’s dead to me
She’s got a head full of lobotomies
She’s half witch, half anarchy 
Yet I still worship her
Oh she’s dead to me
she’s a hellcat of apathy
These boots were made ironically
Yet she’s gone for sure


She's Dead

One day,
You wake yourself
Just to see the sun
That’s when
You’re finally done
Chasing someone 
You get up
Not hoping they’ll come back into your life
That’s when
You see somebody in the morning light

So put my hands in your hands
And understand that there's no chance
That this love could end up good
So let’s go weird out our friends
And confuse our parents
Come on, I think you know we should
We should
We should

You know
I’ll sleep at the edge of your bed
You will
Let my bruises bruise again
And yeah
This will probably end bad
But fuck it
The moment is all we have

So put my hands in your hands
And understand that there's no chance
That this love could end up good
But let’s weird out our friends
And confuse our parents
Come on, I think you know we should
We should
We should

So put my hands in your hands
And understand that there's no chance
That this love could end up good
But let’s weird out our friends
And confuse our parents
Come on, I think you know we should
We should
We should

We Should

Knew a girl who said Einstein was sexy
Loved the brain though his hair quite messy
I’m Bikram if he couldn’t touch his toes
and looks wise, I’m no Marylin Monroe 
Like a fox in Aesop's fables
Leave a lit cigarette on the table
Wash it down with some dranio fluid
To you this may seem quite stupid
but to me (but to me)
don’t you see (don’t you see)
push a pull (push a pull)
babe, i know

That I’m the dumbest,
I think I am the dumbest,
The dumbest man alive
The dumbest man alive
Dumbest,
I think I am the dumbest,
The dumbest man alive
The dumbest man alive

need my hands to find my rights and lefts
took two times to pass my driving test
Still don’t know why I should care about Jelly Roll
On a map couldn’t find this Israel
Now you’re thinking, “some of these apply to me,
He’s crossing a line genuinely”
No, I’m sayin’ don’t get bogged by the little
Laugh it off and clean up your spittle
brother man
change what you can
when you push a pull
just you know you’re not the 

The dumbest,
I think I am the dumbest,
The dumbest man alive
The dumbest man alive
Dumbest,
I think I am the dumbest,
The dumbest man alive
The dumbest man alive

(It's the Dean and Gene Kazoo Orchestra, featuring on a Guy Music track! They've made it! They've made it!)

dumbest,
I think I am the dumbest,
The dumbest man alive
The dumbest man alive
Dumbest,
I think I am the dumbest,
The dumbest man alive
The dumbest man alive

Dumbest Man Alive

Watchin' a video on authenticity
Got bored and read the AI summary
So what the hell do you want with me

Sword fighting during your pissin contest
friends scoffed and they’re the ones i was tryna impress
so why the hell are you sticking with this

if you’d let me, i would stay with you
if you’d let me, i would stay with you
if you’d let me, i would stay with you
With you
Bop Bah Ahh ahh ah ahh ahh

I don’t clean, i push trash under my bed
you said “babe why don’t we rest our head”
are you sure you don’t want the couch instead

You said it’s fine, you said it’s good, you said you understand
I ain’t perfect babe but you chose me to be your man
and theres no one else, no other hand 

if you’d let me, i would stay with you
if you’d let me, i would stay with you
if you’d let me, i would stay with you
With you
Bop Bah Ahh ahh ah ahh ahh
bop bag hahaha ahah
ahahoaohahan

Bop Bah

Today is gonna rock and roll
Today is gonna suck a bunch
Fantano gave the Chalupa a 4/10
So I guess I aint having lunch

So text your friends
And tell em’ you love them
And maybe you’re girlfriends too
You said it before
This I know for sure
But people love it outta the blue
But I need a little loving
I need a little hugging
I need a little something more
I need a confirmation
Independent declaration
The calm before the war

Tonight is going to be the last
Of the calm and fruitless past
Hard to feel meaningful connection
When you’re fucking me with one airpod in

So text your friends
And tell em’ you love them
And maybe you’re girlfriends too
You said it before
This I know for sure
But people love it outta the blue
But I need a little loving
I need a little hugging
I need a little something more
I need an affirmation 
Independent declaration
Do you love me anymore?

One Airpod In

I always think that I’m a burden
They sip on me, They’re never gulpin’
I got the drugs, I got the rock n’ roll
It’s just the last thing I got to get under control

If you find
When it’s the time
To get the barnacle off the brine
When you’re off beat
In the sheets
If there's no loaf backing your meat
No jokes on you
Cordon Bleu
Lemme tell you what to do
Sara’s secret all I need
Sara’s secret all I need
So I can breed
So I can breed

Sara’s a real fine specimen 
Got a blue suede shoe prescription 
If ya got the drugs, ya got the rock n’ roll
She can get the last thing under control

If you find
When it’s the time
To get the barnacle off the brine
If you’re off beat
In the sheets
If there's no loaf backing your meat
No jokes on you
Cordon Bleu
Lemme tell you what to do
Sara’s secret all I need
Sara’s secret all I need
So I can breed
So I can breed

If you find
When it’s the time
To get the barnacle off the brine
(this man with the receding hairline knows what i’m talking about)
If you’re off beat
In the sheets
If there's no loaf backing your meat
(This man in the cleveland browns jersey knows what I’m talking about)
No jokes on you
Cordon Bleu
Lemme tell you what to do
Sara’s secret all I need
Sara’s secret all I need
So I can breed
So I can breed

Sara's Secret

I think about you
More than you think of me
I’d say I’d want you
But I’m just daydreaming

You don’t know what you’ve got
Until it’s gone, darling
You don’t know what you’ve got
Until it’s gone, mama
Until it’s gone away!

I’m getting high
Creating visions of us
Hollywood in my head
Producers in disgust
Writing my future
Director on set
I’ve fallen in love
with a concept

You don’t know what you’ve got
Until it’s gone, darling
You don’t know what you’ve got
Until it’s gone, mama
Until it’s gone away!

Stretching my body for a pie made of custard
Embroidered my heart on a stick of butter
I’m a sour patch kid, there's no need to love me
But my nose bleeds cause your altitude won't leave

You don’t know what you’ve got
You don’t know
You don’t know 
What you got
Until it’s 
Gone

Sour Patch Kid

(How does that sound?)
(Fine)

These hands take all that they can get
These hands are machismo 
His hands are covered in paint blotches
Attached to mine is a himbo

This girl and I really thought she liked me
She never talks when I tell her a story
But she says that I never ever listen
Now I see her with the legs of a chicken

That ain’t me with ya, honey
That ain’t me with ya, darling
That ain’t me with ya
That’s Vincent Van Gogh
Van going, going, gone!
Rock!

Sam Sulek
Sam Sulek
Sam Sulek
Brodie Shredz
Hate Jeff Nippard though
He’s just like Vincent Van Gogh

This girl and I really thought she liked me
She never talks when I tell her a story
But she says that I never ever listen
Now I see her with the legs of a chicken

That ain’t me with ya, honey
That ain’t me with ya, darling
That ain’t me with ya
That’s Vincent Van Gogh
Van going, going, gone!
Rock!

She’s not coming back
She’s not coming back for me!
She’s not coming back
She’s not coming back for me!
She’s not coming back
She’s not coming back for me!

Cuz that ain’t me with ya, honey
That ain’t me with ya, darling
That ain't me with ya
That’s Vincent Van Gogh

Van Goes

Woman, dig your claws in me
Why don’t we get a-married?
Have ourselves a nice baby
While I check out completely

Mama was a roller
Papa was a stoner
Nothin’ in common cept for being mediocre
Mama was a roller
Papa was a stoner
Nothin’ in common cept for being mediocre
Sham on!

Woman, dig your claws in me
Caught me down in New Orleans
Oh, negative you need to bleed
While I’m definitely more type B

Mama was a roller
Papa was a stoner
Nothin’ in common cept for being mediocre
Mama was a roller
Papa was a stoner
Nothin’ in common cept for being mediocre
Sham on!

Yankee Candle on your birthday forever 
Yankee Candle on your birthday forever 
Yankee Candle on your birthday forever 

Mama was a roller
Papa was a stoner
Nothin’ in common cept for being mediocre
Mama was a roller
Papa was a stoner
Nothin’ in common cept for being mediocre
Sham on!

Woman, Dig Your Claws In Me

I’m not the same when I’m not with you
I will never feel like myself
I was the body, I was the christ
I took no answers, I had no vice
A stupid baby, now a jerk
Another sucker buying another Monster

E F F# A
Cocaine, I mean Caffeine
No mans invincible
Caffeine, I mean Cocaine
I was incredible

Now, I’m living like Nick Mullen
Just to beat my own damn drum
I used to feel like Alabama shakin’
But now all I feel Mississippi numb

Cocaine, I mean Caffeine
No mans invincible
Caffeine, I mean Cocaine
I was incredible

Cocaine, I mean Caffeine
No mans invincible
Caffeine, I mean Cocaine
I was incredible

Caffeine Blues

The right person in the wrong time
Can get accused of murder
Most the time, they’ll just break your heart
It took my all just to say “I’m fine”
I wish I could go further
I’m going to hate singing this next part

Honey
will we,
feel like this together 
My guy
we’ll die
pushing boulders forever
Loves deaf
and blind
But we know better
It’ll hurt
but someday 
it’ll all be whatever

Am I in your way when I fall?
I’ve been tripping for awhile
I never wanted you to see this much

Honey
will we,
feel like this together 
My guy
we’ll die
pushing boulders forever
Loves deaf
and blind
But we know better
It’ll hurt
but someday 
it’ll all be whatever
It’ll all be whatever
It’ll all be whatever
It’ll all be whatever

Honey
will we,
feel like this together 
My guy
we’ll die
pushing boulders forever
Loves deaf
and blind
But we know better
It’ll hurt
but someday 
it’ll all be whatever

Whatever

I’m bound to be
A dot on a screen
A statistic
To analyze
I’m bound to be
Another tragedy 
A statistic
Not a pair of eyes

But you are my oldest habit
You’re lodged inside my gums
You are my oldest habit
You don’t die, you keep living on

All my wrongdoings
Are driving me to ruins
A catacomb
No one will explore
It's sad to say
When no one wants to stay
There seems to be
Nothing worth looking for

But you are my oldest habit
You’re lodged inside my gums
You are my oldest habit
You don’t die, you keep living on

…Till’ death due us part

But you are my oldest habit
You’re lodged inside my gums
You are my oldest habit
You don’t die, you keep living on

finn shannon - lead guitar
photo is of my roommate micheal

This girl I really like 
She’s gonna put my head on a fuckin’ pike (Woah, oh oh)
This girl is lassez-faire
Let’s go get a drink and some fresh air (Woah, oh oh)
This girl I can’t talk to
Chew my nails, I don't know what to do (Woah, oh oh)
This girl I dream about
Maybe someday I’ll live in her mouth

But now I know she’s coming over
My head is in the ground
Lately, I’ve been treading water
In my mothers wedding gown
Now I know that I’ve been shaking
That’s all I’ll ever be
I don’t need the pills I’m taking 
I need sex and good coffee

This girl I really like 
She’s gonna put my head on a fuckin’ pike (Woah, oh oh)
This girl is lassez-faire
Let’s go get a drink and some fresh air (Woah, oh oh)
This girl I can’t talk to
Chew my nails, I don't know what to do (Woah, oh oh)
This girl I dream about
Maybe someday I’ll live in her mouth 

She’s 
Coming over
She’s 
Coming over, yeah, she’s coming over!

This girl I really like 
She’s gonna put my head on a fuckin’ pike (Woah, oh oh)
This girl is lassez-faire
Let’s go get a drink and some fresh air (Woah, oh oh)
This girl I can’t talk to
Chew my nails, I don't know what to do (Woah, oh oh)
This girl I dream about
Maybe someday I’ll live in her mouth 


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