Lag (feat. paranoid, @hey.savvy)

A song about going to a summer music festival and getting merry

LYRICS:

The summer breeze flows through your hair
The sound of voices fills the air
The music calls you to the field
The only place you know is real

The sun is sinking in the sky
We’re all-day drinking, getting high
The line-up’s bringing in the crown
The night is waking up so loud

And we’re all in for the occasion of the year
And we’re calling for the erasure of the fear
We’re falling over and we tell them we’re still here
And we’re crawling back to the canvas soaked in beer

Crawling Back to the Canvas

When you've been working full time all the week, and have the exam tomorrow, but you play synth and don't give a ****

Deadlay

How The Story Goes [Prod. TriazoOnTheTrack x Suli]

Lyrics largely written while descending Helvellyn in the English Lake District amidst the buzz of ascending it via the challenging 'Striding Edge'. The music followed as soon as I got back to my guitar. Flanging out the chords on the piano felt a bit 'Lennon' and the arrangement came from there.

Left of Hardin

The Mountain Song

A Message to someone important

Art by:
https://www.deviantart.com/miloecute/art/The-Universe-480590824

SUMMER SONG DEMO

Kyle Anderson