cant stop replaying these last 2 minutes. genuinely some of the best music ive ever heard

WAIT THIS ONE HITS THE HARDEST DETUNED AND SLOWED HOLY MOLY

I’m removing my ears and giving them to you Jane remover

additional guitar & bass from douglas dulgarian on tracks 2-6 & 9
additional synth from kmoe on track 6
mixed by kayla reagan on tracks 1-9 & me on the last track
mastered by hector vega
cover art by brendon burton

Census Designated

i dont own this its by @janeremover

jane if u want this taken down just tell me

teen week full album no skips

Frailty

your clothes

@janeremover
Originally Track 5 of 8 from the EP Teen Week

Jane Remover - cartridge

writing & production: Jane Remover
additional guitars & bass: Douglas Dulgarian
mixing: Kayla Reagan
mastering: Hector Vega
cover art: Brendon Burton

Lips

Buy/Save

writing & production: Jane Remover
additional guitar & bass: Douglas Dulgarian
mixing: Kayla Reagan
mastering: Hector Vega
cover art: Brendon Burton

Fling

Holding a Leech

Backseat Girl

writing & production: Jane Remover
mixing: Kayla Reagan
mastering: Hector Vega
cover art: Brendon Burton

Cage Girl / Camgirl

music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4DwV8J9wzA
writing & production: Jane Remover
mixing: Kayla Reagan
mastering: Hector Vega
cover art: Brendon Burton

creds to this user;
https://www.youtube.com/@cumedw8h516
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4hv6ARzgyA

lyrics: 
does the moon look pale these days?
or has it always been that way?
the holes in my teeth whistle when i sleep
but no one seems to remember

got this far, still saying "i wish i knew"
i'd laugh, but it's not funny anymore
home's gone caving, every inch of it suffocates

let me overdose on pleasure
and the sun makes her way inside spotlight
i'd ask her if she's on my side
i've been wasted all night
and if i got a new face, could you still tell I'm rotting?
(if it's enough to tell me that you love me)
if it's where i reside, i can't be sorry for falling

i shouldn't tell you - i've been picking up that belt again and pulling hard 'til i decide it's too much
i closed my eyes and i was out of town again - it's nice as an idea but it just stays as one

john doe song (census designated vinyl bonus track)

I found myself the only girl in town
The only one who's willing to take you in
There's ash in the air, raining money everywhere
You take my keys and we go for a spin

I tell my boyfriend "Nothing in the world can make me feel okay"
Everytime I drink I have too much too fast
Tonight I booked a hotel room a hundred miles away from everything
Out of fear I might've sent him to the past

Tonight I almost told another lie
'Cause all I wanna do is get fucked up
Waiting for the angels to come down
They take my hand and drag me to the club

I tell my boyfriend "Nothing in the world can make me feel alive"
Everytime I drink I have too much too fast
Last night I had a dream he left me half asleep and drunk behind the wheel
On the way back home, I miss a turn and crash

Tonight I almost told another lie
'Cause all I wanna do is get fucked up
Waiting for the angels to come down
They take my hand and drag me to the club

The wings that let me fly don't seem to work
The things that bring me joy drive me to tears
The things that made my world can't be reversed
The day I'm out of work and out of peers

Tonight I almost told another lie
'Cause all I wanna do is get fucked up
Waiting for the angels to come down
They take my hand and drag me to the club

I tell my boyfriend "Nothing in the world can bring me back to life"
I'd do anything to feel it for the first time
And I feel like the angels pulled a joke on me
They laugh and turn their backs
They leave the club and set the place on fire
I couldn't make it out there fast enough
The girls, they tell me I'm all out of love

Sister

I'm speeding down I-15
And talking on the phone
I love my rich friends
Who take me everywhere

I smell like his cologne
And how he treats his home
Hollywood dreaming

I never thought I'd be famous
But I feel like I'm a star
We repeat each other
And finish what we start

And I get what I want
Next week I'll get so scared
Feel like a runway dreamer
Runaway dreaming

I'm speeding down I-15
And talking on the phone
I love my rich friends
Who take me everywhere

I smell like his cologne
And how he treats his home
Hollywood dreaming

I been thinking of calling
I might wait 'til the cycle repeats
I'm living a love song
And I'm living a bad dream

And I get what I want
Next week I'll get so scared
Feel like a runway dreamer
Runaway dreaming

I just wanna make music with you
I just wanna make music with you

I'm speeding down I-15
And talking on the phone
I can't say I'm not in love
Or the place I used to call home

I never thought I'd be famous
But I feel like I'm a star
We repeat each other
And we finish what we start

I smell like his cologne
And how he treats his home
Hollywood dreaming

Famous girl

He thinks with his dick, you think with your heart
He tells you that you’re gonna be a star
It’s bitter, pass the fever on
The boys, they say the magic’s all gone

He’s loaded at the bar and herds the boys like sheep
(You're gonna be the next big thing)
He goes to war, don’t let him near someone like me

I face the wind, it sounds like God
There’s something that just feels so wrong
No skin to wear, no face to put on
The girls, they say the magic’s all gone

He’s loaded at the bar and herds the boys like sheep
(You're gonna be the next big thing)
He goes to war, don’t let him near someone like me

I detach the ground beneath
And the gravel’s on my teeth
And my God can’t give the help
Could you pass the fever to somebody else?

We used to run this city in a span of weeks
Those boys, they spiked my drink
Our secret’s safe with me

He’s loaded at the bar and herds the boys like sheep
(You're gonna be the next big thing)
He goes to war, don’t let him near someone like me

He thinks with his dick, you think with your heart
He tells you that you’re gonna be a star
It’s bitter, pass the fever on

Dead forever

When one looks back on his life, or reflects on the various changes happening throughout, he is left with many questions, often unavoidable crossroads to which he must have an answer for. What matters is the approach, and the will behind it.
Those left behind, unable to follow in your footsteps, a resounding will to battle ideas putrid for the soul, a purpose brought forth beyond the stars, originating from the realm of the Heavenly Father, the process of filtering those who are real from ravenous wolves, and finally, the mirror, the final confrontation with oneself. Confronting vices, past actions, and the ego, all shattered with the realization that one must be humble, human and should not think himself as above another. 

Reflections. 

Enjoy.

Backseat Girl

Jane Remover

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