Based on a poem by opinionsaboutnothing

https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/46rrwl/cw_start_writing_a_story_with_these_words_at/
VERSE 1:

At first it was so shocking,

But then it was so normal, I'm telling you

You say that I'm a good boy

I say you smell like lavender and watermelon

Oooooh~

VERSE 2:

I hear the kids are talking,

They say I'm not too formal, ain't that the truth

You say that I'm a good boy

I say you smell like lavender and watermelon

Oooooh~

BRIDGE:

When the night comes, midnight hums,''' that's when you down sit next to me

When there's just crumbs, and I feel numb

You say the things I've always needed

Say I'm good and I'll believe it

VERSE 3:

I feel my tail wagging,

I rest my head in your lap now, denim blue

You say that I am a good boy

I say you smell like lavender and watermelon

Marshmellows, nutmeg and sledding

Warm pillows and brand new bedding

Birthday cake and fresh baked bread and

Lavender and watermelon

Lavender and watermelon

Ooooh...


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Lavender And Watermelon (feat. opinionsaboutnothing)

GOODBYE + GOODNIGHT

YUNG LEAN + ULI K - BLOODSHED PT. 1 (feat. MALIBU)

all rights go to uli k

sharing purposes only

uli k - itami (prod. by ripsquad)

Every Christmas Eve my family would drive around the neighborhoods of my hometown.  All the streetlights would be turned off but the roads were lined with luminaries: paper bags with candles inside them.

Lyrics:
Paper bags with candles inside them
Lining the road that we've chosen
If you know the way, then show me
I was never one to know that
No, I was never one to know that

Signals are all life provides me
How could I choose to walk blindly?
Lights being snuffed out behind me
I suppose I was too slow to find them
Oh I suppose I was too slow to find them

A walk along with these blinding torches
Should lead me to wherever I am needed
But what's the point in my departing?
If I've been led to where I had started
If I've been led to where I had started

Luminaries

ain't ready

Cover art by Evan James
Lyrics:
And oh the trouble that I’m in
From town to town, I’ll never stop again
And oh the trouble that I’m in
A hollowed skull, frozen in its grin

Those red rocks, washed away in rain
These wind-swept plains, will never be the same
A whisper, on the weeds, a muffled refrain
From all around, It’s calling out your name

And oh the trouble that I’m in
From town to town, I’ll never stop again
And oh the trouble that I’m in
A hollowed skull, frozen in its grin

There’s a battlefield, now nothing but the shells
A bloody tale, I’ve sworn never to tell
The waters gone bad, don’t look down in the well
The red in my sight, peripheries of hell

And oh the trouble that I’m in
From town to town, I’ll never stop again
And oh the trouble that I’m in
A hollowed skull, frozen in its grin

Picking Trouble

Written by porkboii
Produced by ststelfish - instagram @stselfish
Drums & additional instrumentation by Neon Guava - twiitter @gcme123

Love Song I Never Wrote

Written on a long drive through Utah.  Cover art by Evan James.  Featuring piano and harmonies from Jonathan Best.
Lyrics:
In Sulphur, Utah right by the border
Thinking I was smuggling drugs a policeman pulled me over
Well he asked me why's I driving and I told him it's my soul
He handed me a warning and said, "Hey, take it slow."

I don't know where I've been
I don't know where I'm going
All I have are the stories I've been telling myself

A young and powerful woman threatened by her lover
Never thought that harm would come from a significant other
Well she knows he likes control, but she was never his to have
But still, there is the thought that it wasn't always bad

You don't know where you've been
You don't know where you're going
All you have are the stories you've been telling yourself

We look to our leaders as if it were us who chose them
But it was those with deeper pockets, I suppose
Is this really what we wanted? Have our voices ever mattered? 
No, we've been fed a lie on a plastic platter

We don't know where we've been
We don't know where we're going
All we have are the stories that been told to us

We don't know where we've been
We don't know where we're going
All we have are the stories that been told to us

Luminaries

James

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