spent

production- afternoon
guitar- good bill
album art- wyatt dechant
photo- brynna fennie

foggy (feat. good bill)

Am headed for Forty-second street now. How much do you already know about Forty-second Street?

Kilgore

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Album art by Amina Sallam
Mixed by Chance One
Special thank you to Ty Evans for all the support throughout the making of this song.

Please Get Some Sleep (feat. Assia Rodriguez & Cam Meekins)

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Chelsea Cutler / Giving Up Ground / feat. Quinn XCII / Jack Afternoon Edit

the substance abusing me
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madelinesprengel
album art by amina sallam

Liquor & Cigarettes (feat. Madeline Sprengel)

Charlie Palm- Trumpet
Artwork by Ian Smith

Thank you so much CHARLIE PALM, Matt Fox, Billy Ayers, Kory Schlender, Austin Pelegrin, Matt Sarver, and Joe Pugel.

see i'm probably on my phone or my phone's dead. i've been avoidin all your calls if you've noticed. i spoke to god about my problems, i should repent, cause i began all of my sinnin when i wrote this. yeah.
and there's somethin wrong, i'm tryna write out all my issues in these silly songs. i'm hopin someone that'll hear this, that can actually relate, will hit me up, and grab some coffee, and tell me i'm doing great. cause i need it, oh god i need this, and i can't shake this little feeling that she's reelin. with all the weed and... and all the secrets, i'm just a freak who never found what he needed.
it's california dreamin, it's minnesota schemin, it's lovely in the winter, it's everything i'm thinkin. it's everything i'm thinkin, i gotta get it out my system, gotta keep on drinkin- it's a pursuit of sinking.
i think you'll realize in a short amount of time, that i can only provide answers as to why i drive all of us including myself into the dark. turn off the car, this is the sound i hear when it's in park.

charlie fucking kills it

i guess i'm happy, when are you not on your phone? you're feelin lonely, yeah.
my sins have a mind of their own, they simply won't give me control. now give me a shot of patron, and turn up the music i'm watchin the throne.
oh, but i'm so far from paris and i just get so embarassed, i feel so far from my parents, and they just think that i'm careless.
but that's just not the truth. there was a time, i felt divine. and all i ever wanted was you.
yeah, guess i'll get out the car, walk around wiley road, and no one knows the price of the sinner's soul he sold. when will the sinner let himself unfold, til he no longer regrets the life he chose? thinkin pickin apart all the pieces eventually broke him, i never will get it. like why does he think that his stairway to heaven ain't open? just thinkin about all the ways that his life completely revolves around smokin all of the green, and all of the things that lately he's thinkin of tokin. yeah.

charlie kills it... again.

i'm trapped inside this party. this girl's lookin at me and she says "i think that you want me." she's got straight, blonde hair. just not my cup of coffee, i'm thinkin "get the fuck off me, i'm not into greek infested fuckin suburbian zombies."
i look across the whole party- 40% are on molly, 30% are just coked out, another 15% are the designated drivers takin shots of bacardi, because it's hardly a party if you end up where you started.
the other 15% is with some dude sellin some xannys and percs, "i swear that it works, this shit'll get you high as a bird."
but he looks like the type of dude to take a hit and go to third, instead of goin to first, like he don't know how it works.
i'm thinkin "how did i get here? i was sittin at wiley, tryna clear up my head, i know that shit sounds absurd. with my abilites blurred, i'm livin vanities curse... i might cut off the instrumental and continue the verse.
oh god you get on my nerves, hey but you're not the first. i'm fillin my lungs with this smoke, and i don't know if you've heard, but since liquor & cigarettes i've just been brutally turned, and now i only like to fuck with some of the ales and herbs.
my tales, my words, my god damn depression, it hurts. and all these choices i'm making show all these lessons unlearned. i didn't stop til it burned, take it out my chest fore it bursts.
i might be trapped inside this house, can't think of anything worse. yeah.

Missed Calls (feat. Charlie Palm)

"teach me how to swim to where it's shallow"

A song I wrote, recorded, and produced on 10/13 in an attempt to overcome writer's block. The instrumental was started using the bones of a song I made in 2015, which can be found below.

https://soundcloud.com/afternoonwasted/harbors

Everything Is Dumb

unmixed & unmastered
The instrumental for Jack Afternoon's "Cabin Fever" featuring good bill
Follow good bill- https://soundcloud.com/goodbillmusic

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