beach life in death

orchids (playlist version)

tried my best. one of my different tracks. i will return to the program soon.

production and mastering and lyrics and blah blah blah all by me :D

hedonic treadmill

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)

Up! Up!

I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm
Uh

I'm going down now
Go to downtown to let sound pound
Feel like DJ Khaled
You cant stop me being loud now
Loudmouth people get mad like it errands and they're embarrassing
Cause they'll be soonest to bow down

Your favorite game to play with me was, "Guess which way you'll twist the knife into my side"
Because you took my livelihood (almost my life)
So now I'm thinking whether not the things I learned were worth the time
Or if the damage scarred was wrong or right or dark or light

Your favorite game to play with me was, "Guess which way you'll twist the knife into my side"
Because you took my livelihood (almost my life)
So now I'm thinking whether not the things I learned were worth the time
Or if the damage scarred was wrong or right or dark or light

So I'm up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
Up up up upupupupup
I'm going up

Up, up

I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up

Get away from you bony zero backbone piece of -
Think I'd rather rip out all my body parts than sit through more of this
I'm pissed. You promised skies, delivered pits. my spirit's split
You pitiful disguising leading, lying hypocritic skit
You played the game. I won the round
Your voice is noise. I hate the sound
Matter fact, let's double back and hit each other pound for pound
I was a king without a crown
I'm rising up. you're falling down
And I said it. I need credit like I wrote "I Get Around"

I'm going down now
Go to downtown to let sound pound
Thinking when I never have to see you like a countdown
Next time that you see me better walk away or crouch down
Bounce down. Count in, Drowned out.
Wound out
I was wound up like a puppet
Every time I tried to talk, you'd just tell me to sh-sh-shove it
Never gonna talk it down or hold it back or t-t-tuck it
You can hate me now, but one day, I will make you learn to love it

I'M GOING UP

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!

C'mon to the corner watch me hit these tricks
I went out on a regular Tuesday and
I fell in love with a tipsy witch
A don dada dumb dancing ditsy witch
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance till I fall
And I fell on my face in her place I recall
And I set up a date but she thinks it's to hang
Who cares about chance at least we're alone and we'll dance

What is that allusion to?
I'm a student too
If ya read, I read up before you
And I salute your love
You inscrutable stranger Camus made up
Sucks to suck
I just muck while I try to sway and sway to songs
I never play when alone
Conduct me a way i deduct you would hope
Wrong song. I'm stuck on my own

Came to the party with a shovel
You could really say I'm backhoe
Wanna give you king and a castle
But I dispute your love
Silly beautiful girl like the moon above
Sucks to suck
I just muck while I try to play and play to ways
you'd think I'd think when alone
Conduct me a way i deduct you would hope
God awful. I'm stuck on my own

On the way out. Don't let me get hit by the backdoor
Hope to see you back at your place or a dancefloor
Don't make plans but demand more
I don't have much to stand for
Can more people like me even though I'm different
And isn't it a gift to be a one without equivalents
Difference is that I don't know where similar's significant
And I'm not deliberately blissfully too ignorant to ask you to

C'mon to the corner watch me hit these tricks
I went out on a regular Tuesday and
I fell in love with a tipsy witch
A don dada dumb dancing ditsy witch
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance till I fall
And I fell on my face in her place I recall
And I set up a date but she thinks it's to hang
Who cares about chance at least we're alone and we'll dance

Honey, just give me one chance
I'm funny. I'm punny. I make good money
And my jokes make you roll like a ragdoll dummy
And I don't need shades but it's always sunny with you (with you!)
Now I gotta get to running
Now the waters getting muddied
Now I gotta get a lucky putting
If I swing and miss then I'll stop
I know you're always with the
scummy bummy crummy kinda guys
you should bunny up and just hop
I'm in the gully gotta study
I'll get bloody if I have to
I need to learn when to pop
Sit down with you
throw stones, share records
my god girl you know rock

I got a lot on my mind
Can't walk by the clock cause I can't
I got a lot on my mind
Can't walk by the clock cause I can't pass the time
I'm fine. I'm lying. I'm incredibly off it
I turn red to the heat-raw crawfish
Need solace. Got a cold? Better cough it up
I bluff too cause I got it tough
I messed up, and I say that I didn't
I want a chance. Can we please just dance?

C'mon to the corner watch me hit these tricks
I went out on a regular Tuesday and
I fell in love with a tipsy witch
A don dada dumb dancing ditsy witch
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance till I fall
And I fell on my face in her place I recall
And I set up a date but she thinks it's to hang
Who cares about chance at least we're a-

C'mon!

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Kamikaze

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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