by la paprika

lapaprika.bandcamp.com/album/welcome-home-john

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Welcome Home, John [full album]

by la paprika

https://lapaprika.bandcamp.com/album/welcome-home-john

linktr.ee/lapaprikalapaprika

lyrics:

Heard my own voice whisper down,
Teeth marks on my wrist,
blood sits on the surface,
That is not my voice anymore

What you need cannot be found,
certainly not here,
burned into a pub floor,
a disappointed spillage,
that lingers in the shadow,
against a sickening carpet,
nothing more foul than you,
your breath stinks of it,
I can’t even look at you,
You are so beautiful in this hazy blue light,
That is not my voice anymore,
I fall into my bed,
A lump to be ironed over,
maybe this will get me up.

Don't Stop

by la paprika

lapaprika.bandcamp.com/album/welcome-home-john

linktr.ee/lapaprikalapaprika

lyrics:

I look up at the steep rock face
how did I end up in this place?
will anything pull me out of here now?
or will I lay and keep bleeding out?
who were you? Who lies above above me now?
When will my fingers rise?
When will I rise?

Bud upon Bud upon Bud after Bud

by la paprika

lapaprika.bandcamp.com/album/welcome-home-john

linktr.ee/lapaprikalapaprika

lyrics:

Like a mistake lost inside a bad memory,
your eyes glisten up above me,
I listen to the distant rumble,
A bird’s wings flapping gently,

My frame is beaten and spread,
Sunk into the dying floor,
Another gentle push of wind,
Drags me a little deeper again.

Too weak to lift a finger,
To drag the bottle to my chest,
to slow down my croaking breath,
to swallow the dying cigarette.

Pulse Increase

by la paprika

lapaprika.bandcamp.com/album/welcome-home-john

linktr.ee/lapaprikalapaprika

lyrics:

my love oh my love oh my love oh my love
did you ever really have enough?
I always thought I would be better off here,
but I can’t do anything with you near.

I barely breathe without your touch
In empty glasses I don't see you face,

I see the putrid tar,
that’s grabbing at my feet
I shatter in the pain
but the pain brings no relief

Fuck.... We are all going to die...

by la paprika

lapaprika.bandcamp.com/album/welcome-home-john

linktr.ee/lapaprikalapaprika

lyrics:

Bud after bud after bud upon bud
dripping down from above
barely see the ceiling fan
the smoky haze burning in my hand

but who are you?
do you need to be here?
are you reaching out to grab me?
or is the palm pressing deeper?

Did anything really happen?
or did i blink the years away?
am I even really sinking?
or has it always been this way?

Wet Your Clothes and then Put Them On

la paprika