the weekend!

mouse castle acid trip

all credit to ME!

Lyrics:
Well, for years
And years
They say that money has been
The root of all evil to a lot of men, but

Can I have your attention?
I'm lost in suspension
I just wanna know that you'll be there
If something hits the fan

Do I have your attention?
I don't want your aggression
I just want you here

You can talk
We can talk
I don't care of where or what it's about
As long as it's with me

And you can walk
I'll just walk over there
Cause why be alone with the things that you see?

Can I Have Your Attention? (Intro)

Dear Evelyn
I am
Not gonna send this letter
No love
Was given to me off of a silver spoon
So I learned how to savor off a blade
We both know I don't move how I used to move
Love me just the same
Love me just the same
I wrote you a song
You didn't sing it back
I wrote you another song
And you're singing it wrong
Woke up today (Good morning!)
(I just want to go back to sleep) I just need more time
I wrote you a third song, fourth song
Fourth time, four eyes
See you on the courtside
Swing and a miss
I laugh at you
Had to (Hold still!)
(1, 2,3!) I'm still mad at you
Let me go back to the past
(Slap!)
I just slapped past you
(Hold st-Hold)
Still woke up today (Good mo-)
(Just wanna go back to sleep)
I memorize the patterns of your teeth and your anatomy
I'd rather dream
It's easier than unraveling why you do not grab at me
Cause I'm the only one obsessed with you who doesn't have to be
I'm cool
You're cool
We're cool
So why isn't this happening?
I'm actually matter-of-factly perplexed so this is sadden-
I wrote you a song
You didn't sing it back
I wrote you another song
And you're singing it wrong
Woke up today (Good morning!)
(I just want to go back to sleep) I just need more time
I wrote you a third song, fourth song
Fourth time, four eyes
See you on the courtside
Swing and a miss
I laugh
At you
Had to (Hold still!)
(1, 2,3!) I'm still mad at you
Let me go back to the past
(Slap!)
I just slapped past you
(Hold st-Hold Still)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
Hold still

Hold Still!

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and (You what?!)
Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and turn a rock into stone
And the pennies to loans 
Many bet against the way that I'm setting my goals
Watch me make what they make wither
For a spot, you'd be sipping on paint thinner

And I say that I'm sorry but I'm not sorry
I'm looking up in the car and its starry
Me verses me like it's Ford and Ferrari
I lawyer on her like show me body

Habeas corpus
I am so gorgeous
You would pay for what I forge 
It's really simple
Broke a bone. Got a cap
Some of you are waiting for a model map

All out
I said it. I'm going all out
I said I'm pretty like Ricky
You ask where I'm at. I stickered your city
I'm waiting for reasons to answer your text and it just hasn't hit me
Grip the safety, lift the weight, free, trip and face me
I got a spear. Make you move in a line
I said, "Baby hit me one more time"

If you like
If you like it I love it
Care about me but I am not cuffin'
Like it how I'm not bluffin'
He like my style. It's toughy (Yeah, he say it's toughy)
Whip it up in a pot
Beat him up and I give him a (?)
You my son boy, you was (?)
NPC yeah, you was a bot
(Bot)
Said I love you. Yeah, I do not

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and (You what?!)
Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and turn a rock into stone
And the pennies to loans 
Many bet against the way that I'm setting my goals
Watch me make what they make wither
For a spot, you'd be sipping on paint thinner

A&R said they're aching for great pillars 
But I'm there with the people like Wayne Miller
And you talk like you're not on those painkillers
You got caught and went back to the same dealer
You're not real like the F in concave mirrors
You can't cut it like sloppily taped scissors
I'm young and blessed to have so many mad at me
Cap and gown, but there's no cap in my salary

All out
I said it. I'm going all out
I said I'm pretty like Ricky
You ask where I'm at. I stickered your city
I'm waiting for reasons to answer your text and it just hasn't hit me
Grip the safety, lift the weight, free, trip and face me
I got a spear. Make you move in a line
I said, "Baby hit me one more time"

Fisher, baby, give me one more line
Fisher baby! (Uh!)
It's a sign of the times
I rip out your spin
You got your flesh without blood like it's Grimes
I'm checking the time like all of the time
Working on signs and my lines and designs
People who talked bad on me have no plays
They played stupid games and won a dumber prize

And people don't mind when they're undermining all the times that I cried
So much blood money running up and down my friends like it's heinz
I'm spending my hours on shrines
I'm spending hours frigid over every digit
Picking skin edges it's just proof that I'm all out
I'm crimson I'm gouged I'm drawn out
I'm crimson. I'm gouged. It's the price that I pay
And I like it that way cause I like that I'm paid
It's a vice in a way cause when I roll the dice
In my mind, I'm a cat
I got mice that I chase
I got mice that I chase
I got lines that I make 
I got tracks that I make
I don't cop out
It's all thought out
People hate on what's new like they thawed out
I wrote it, I sang it, I said, I mixed it, I sent it, 
You know i go all out 

All out!

ALL OUT (ft. gaptoothv4mp)

One
Two
One Two Three
Wow!

You wish you had a different name
Different game
Different way that you exclaim the way you're happy that I came
Got no shame
It's so funny, honey
Technicolor girls only see gray
When they're looking in the mirror
Say (Wow!)

I- I love so much that every time I feel so stupid
What you're doing to me now is why I only can say
(Wow!)
What am I doing
Moving either like I'm God or Cupid
Moving in a dream that's lucid
Now you got me spoiled and ruined
Now you got me dancing badly, madly
Off some kind of juice that you produced
For sake of movement through the valley
Caddy rallying a human
Get me loose and then I'll prove it
I said that I'm not the jealous type
Before I aimed my gun to shoot him (Chk chk, pow)

If your favorite sound is silence
Then I will not even speak
If you say we need to stay up
I'll say sleep is for the weak
And if you need me bilingual
Contigo, todo es unique
If you say you love photographers
Then pose
Say cheese!

(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)

I don't give space, I give hot
Call me Mister Misses Maker
Majoring in nature physics
And if you do one thing today
Then please understand
That I could give you anything
Except a well-made plan

I- I love so much
That every time I feel so silly
What you're doing to me now
Has got me changing up my style
What am I really, really doing
In a busy city
Acting off the way I'm giddy
Guess you're really my Achilles

If you say you love adventure
I will climb the highest peak
If you say you love a patient man
Then I will wait for weeks
And if you say you're sentimental
We'll be dancing cheek to cheek
And if you say that you love flowers
I will give you a boutique

If your favorite sound is silence
Then I... Ahem
If you say we need to stay up
I'll say sleep is for the weak
And if you need me bilingual
Contigo, todo es unique
If you say you love photographers
Then pose
Say cheese!

(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)

(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)

Say Cheese!

Window

Do Right

Good To You

Total Ambience

Our debut EP featuring some upbeat sad songs that trick you into think they're not sad at all. At least the old dude on the cover is enjoying himself.

Eggshells

download at https://glassbeach.bandcamp.com/album/the-first-glass-beach-album

album credits:
william white - drums, vocals 
jonas newhouse - bass, vocals 
tony sanders - trumpet on track 1 and 5 
daxe schaeffer - vocals 
j mcclendon - guitar, keys, synth/drum programming, theremin, trumpet on track 14, lead vocals, other stuff too 

"neon glow" was recorded, mixed, and mastered by cole mcclendon 
all other tracks recorded, mixed, and mastered by j mcclendon / rat castle recordings 

album art by daxe schaeffer

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