Monte Carlo

Tomorrow Forever

Sing Me To Sleep

One Call Away

Two Of Us

Janice's Interlude

Photos

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5515EgKTe8CzxMFbMFSGhs

Lyrics:

Another toast to the coming chapters
Seated in a huddle, dodging puddles
of the drinks that we’ve been spilling on the mattress
Last week on campus, she’s like “look at us, we won’t ever amount to nothing We won’t ever amount to nothing
You and me we ain’t shit, right?”
That’s just the content of the cup that’s acting up
She mumbles and she stumbles through the sentence tryina’ tell me that’s not what’s up
Am I being naïve?
“Yeah either that or you’re high as fuck,
thinking we could just leave, wipe slates clean,
must be some kind of trip you’re on”

Just come with me
You think I’m wishing on a pipe dream 
But is it really out of reach?
No no no
Come with me
If this ain’t nothing but a pipe dream 
Then you should take a hit with me 
We’ll be living life lit like
Lalalalala lalalala
Lalalalala lalalala
(We’ll be living life lit like) 
Lalalalala lalalala
(If you just take a hit with me) 
Lalalalala lalalala

“But really, what you planning for the summmmer?”
It’s quite subtle but she stutters
And I love the way she lingers on the “summmmmer”
All I know is that by then I will be sommmmewhere else 
With my 6-stringed, spitting 16’s, bidding this place farewell 

I’m on my way
If you’re with me we’ll be on our way
Said those things ain’t meant for her
Sure as hell ain’t meant for me
We’ll be better off, if we lower our hopes a bit

Whatever just come with me
You think I’m wishing on a pipe dream But is it really out of reach?
No no no
Come with me
If this ain’t nothing but a pipe dream 
Then you should take a hit with me 
We’ll be living life lit like
Lalalalala lalalala 
Lalalalala lalalala
(We’ll be living life lit like) 
Lalalalala lalalala 
Lalalalala lalalala

Pipe Dreams (prod. Joel Malka)

Written & produced by @joelmalka .

Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/track/1GqFfhu0jfgodvFtNPFqgF?si=JAIkaBFGRx6SPW-FKV1yZw

Lyrics:

Yeah
I hope that you’re happy now
Don’t make me look like I don’t care
Yeah
Know you don’t ask for much but time 
That’s the only thing I don’t have to spare 
Yeah
Running low but I tried to share
90210, Donhill Drive
Keep pouring up, I’m outta here
Let styrofoam hit styrofoam
Ain’t hard to tell we’re not from here
You think I changed, I think you’re right
But I had to, just to make it here

Bet I’ll be cropped out of your photos
Not a trace left when the morning comes 
You’ll pretend you forgot about me
Forgot about me
And if I hit you up tomorrow
Let me settle with the dial tone
But don’t pretend you ain’t thinking ‘bout me 
You still thinkin bout me
Like I’m thinking of you

Yeah
Wish you didn’t stay behind
Only your cup missing in the air
Yeah
Had to keep my vision clear
Forgetting what we’re toasting for
Wish I forgot who isn’t here
With these empty bottles, broken hearts
On second thought, heart’s pretty empty too
(I don’t feel much)
Fuck these empty bottles, broken hearts
If you ain’t with the motion, you do what you need to do 
Go ahead and have me...

Cropped out of your photos
Not a trace left when the morning comes 
You’ll pretend you forgot about me
Forgot about me
And if I hit you up tomorrow
Let me settle with the dial tone
But don’t pretend you ain’t thinking ‘bout me 
You still think about me
Like I’m thinking of you

Photos (prod. Joel Malka)

Joel Malka - Dead To The World

Produced & written by Joel Malka

Artwork by Joanna (@daughterofvoodoo)

LYRICS

FORGETFUL

[Verse 1]:
Got in this just to get away
Now, I almost miss home
And that’s despite the paranoia, all the looking over shoulders coming with the city Just don’t wanna be alone
It should all work out like any day
Now, that’s what I’ve been told
And what I keep telling myself
Can’t fold though I’m tempted, I need you next to me
See, with you, I get a little bit more forgetful (I want that)
With you, I get a little bit more forgetful (I need that, cause...)

[Chorus]:
Getting high is getting old
I might need to up my doses Stick around, don’t go
If I’m down come closer Getting high is getting old
I might need to up my doses Getting high is getting old
But you never do, you never do You never do, you never do

[Verse 2]:
I just wanna get this weight down
Swear I don’t know how much longer I can hold it
I’ve got so much on my shoulders
If it wasn’t for you, I’m not sure how I’d cope
I just need some time to space out
Time for us to get caught in the moment
Time for you to put it on me
Come put it on me
With you, I get a little bit more forgetful (I need that, cause...)

[Chorus]:
Getting high is getting old
I might need to up my doses Stick around, don’t go
If I’m down come closer Getting high is getting old
I might need to up my doses Getting high is getting old But you never do

[Bridge]:
Out here talking to myself
Long deep breaths but nothing helps
I’ve been tryina drown these demons but these demons Michael Phelps
Always too close to the edge
Sorry, I’m not making sense
I’ve been trying to drown these demons but these demons Michael Phelps (yeah)

[Chorus]:
Getting high is getting old
I might need to up my doses Stick around, don’t go
If I’m down come closer Getting high is getting old
I might need to up my doses Getting high is getting old
But you never do, you never do You never do, you never do

Forgetful

Produced and written by Joel Malka

Artwork by Joanna (@daughterofvoodoo)

LYRICS

 I FIGURE

[Verse 1]:
We used to kill the lights go MIA
Let the windows fog up, watch the city fade
You used to keep me warm through winter days 
But now we barely talk,
When I do you cut me off, when you do I cut you off 
The message never gets across
I’ll make it easier for you, break it down
Time we sit this through now

[Hook]:
I figure, I figure 
I might as well get right to it 
Meet me somewhere in the middle,
Throw it all out the window
I’ll be down either way that you choose 
(Please don’t hate me)
No biggie, no biggie, 
I’ll walk if you ask me to 
I’d be gone in a second for you
Tell my heart to forget about you but
Please don’t make me

[Verse 2]:
I could shut the blinds, go MIA
On my own, go MLD
Most Likely Dead, no letters sent
Don’t come looking for me, no, just stay away 
Even summer’s past the freezing point now
And I can tell you can’t tell what’s the point (yeah) 
I’ll make it easier for you
Time we think this through now

[Hook]:
I figure, I figure 
I might as well get right to it 
Meet me somewhere in the middle,
Throw it all out the window
I’ll be down either way that you choose 
(Please don’t hate me)
No biggie, no biggie, 
I’ll walk if you ask me to 
I’d be gone in a second for you
Tell my heart to forget about you but
Please don’t make me

[Bridge]:
I rather we’d be lovers than just friends
But I’d rather be your friend than be your foe 
I’d still rather be your foe than not be anything 
But I’ll be nothing at all for you
Ain’t that how you prefer to see things? 
I’m just guessing, we ain’t speaking, no 
To hell with everything preceding this 
Feel free to stop me if I’m wrong tho

[Hook]:
I figure, I figure 
I might as well get right to it 
Meet me somewhere in the middle,
Throw it all out the window
I’ll be down either way that you choose 
(Please don’t hate me)
No biggie, no biggie, 
I’ll walk if you ask me to 
I’d be gone in a second for you
Tell my heart to forget about you but
Please don’t make me

I Figure

Prod. Joel Malka

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5Zcmu8xD0nObg0K61xSNaw?si=FdRT1_niTk25Vpu2xcdtUw

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Joel-malka-hoga-hus-lyrics

Instagram: 
@joelmalka
@chvrrie
@mwuana

Höga Hus (ft. Mwuana & Cherrie)

Let Me Think

Artist + producer/songwriter from Sweden.

http://instagram.com/joelmalka

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