one last

Dear and the Headlights - "Skinned Knees And Gapped Teeth"

guitar fight from fooly cooly

The devil may seem robust, but only when he’s full of piss, his puffed chest is innocuous
The same drain sees his broken floss, as it does the blood and profit loss
He’s always said that the big boss bore the lighter cross
And that he’s just his piece of meat, and at least doing wrong by him is the harder feat
You’ve no control, it just pays to pay the toll, rather than to obstruct
You’ve no control, it just helps to put your keys in the bowl, before you get fucked

He’ll roll you like a wheel that’s come right off the steel
And he’s going to make anything in his path his next meal
And he’s gonna make the innocent in his path roadkill
You don’t confuse a heart for Achilles’ heel

And your memory fades but so do the bars that it brings with it, though its selection is iniquitous
You’ve been wading through the shit as if you gave it quit
But it too takes will to submit

What’s delayed if what’s late wasn’t to arrive at all?
And a name can’t echo the halls if you put holes in the walls
Yeah, you make them small and try for new things to recall

devil-may-care

carsick

Guitar Fight from Fooly Cooly - middle of night middle of night

Guitar Fight from Fooly Cooly - Lad Buck Called, Said He's Got Some Bad News.

Such a fucking mess (Dear and the Headlights - Sweet Talk)

Daysleeper - Dear and the Headlights

christmas always makes a boy a little sad 

Another Song About Ghosts

Foxing/Send Away Stranger Split

Foxing - Ocelot

https://ifidieinmississippi.bandcamp.com/album/artless

artless

this could be us but u playin'

these are two songs i made for assorted compilations 
<3

headshot

Nintendo 64 (Alex G)

you’re so free you can choose to turn your room into a prison
the spots of the cell’s ceiling, have burned into vision
it’s like a blunt scalpel for incision, for a blemish with precision 
or the surgeon’s proposition, to call it quits on your living
well she’s busy, leading the leaving at intermission
anaesthetised or a willing submission
violence isn’t always a decision, it's just, the human condition
a thirst for blood is just as much a religion
as it is atavism, as it [religion] is atavism

violence

demo lyrics (since revised):

and you could've been a pack up and leave
if that's how you wanted it to be
seems a catch, kill and release
but I guess I bit a bit too deep

it's a loss that you try to defeat
well, it's only you who's got you beat
and it's the strength of the vice thats got you weak
and it's the length of your demise that makes you rinse and repeat

just like how the words in the bible
aid in the dissolving of a faction of history's idol
I was like a conflicted disciple
instead now that I'm with retrospect doing a passage recital
hell seems imminent and rather vital

but I'm good
I'm alright though

water don't make it clean
she's wet but she's mean
and I'm fucked but I'm me
I'll rest assured this is my death scene

water don't make me clean

you walk aside the Californian fault line
the earth is a bomb and it works just fine
the most perfectly violent service design
is how the buildings fold as your love leaves you behind
when your love leaves you behind
oh when you love

it's california's fault

you’ll get dirty feet if you walk a dirt road
it’s not what you think you know, no, it’s what you don’t!
the kid is reading the history that he wrote
it’s bad business
it’s madness

he stays alive trying to die a legend
so only breathes to teach himself a lesson
in masochism
even then he’s slacking 

no one comes for free, but it’s cheaper to pretend
and good head is currency where he’s livin!
it’s dollars and cents
it’s paper payment

at the clap of his hands!
he will because he can!
there’s a poison in man
under the veil of romance

billy the kid was a punk!

Barb’s prize fighter’s cape
is but a flag of her state
… or a towel for her bloodied face
when throwing at him in second place

and Sharon was in my dad’s grade
now she’s in leather and lace
and for the right rate
it’s her sweet embrace

and he’s on the forklift at an eighth of the pay
5 of 7 days
and mum is less than the same
it’s a real dog fight, this horse race

gambling is a steal
the elderly are kicking up their heels
later life’s likened to a roulette wheel
and any win is like a good pub meal

old dollar don may have died in disgrace
but fate’s fate
it’s a pint at a wake
and the inheritance on black 28
we’re willing to put it to waste
all for the story, the stakes
oh the glory, the grace

one last

lightrmor