Name: 54321 by mio
Duration: 2 min 40 s
Description: well I could rest here all day long but i won't, I'm not at a five anymore. and when i see you around here, well i know, you're not kind anymore. well bad things do not come in threes, i can not see. and i don't doubt you'll lose yourself again somewhere around at ten.

This song is just the definiton of beautiful

Who ever plays guitar to the tone of her voice is pretty amazing, slick work rick

a small handful of weird songs I wrote during lockdown in vaughn. recorded in between playing ping pong with sam and eating delicious slow breakfasts and adventurous dinners with jazz and tilly at till's farm on dja dja wurrung country in early june. 

4 track, acoustic guitar I bought for $50 in mandurah western australia, bass, gum leaves, slide, iphone in a tree, tambourine, sam's harmonica, radio I found in the shed, casio sk1

no time

Crinoid

Written and voice memo demoed today for my Baba, RIP <3 Happy birthday. Played with the rest of Jody... Mitch and Noah <3

It feels dark as the night, but we’re half through the day
Waiting for change, sitting, wasting away
A crack in the wall, a root in the slate, a tree in the way
This house is in a state, in a state, in a state, in a state

I remember it was Christmas time and Mick was due for a break 
Tried toeing the line, but the line was too straight
Like a train off track, on its back, carrying freight
Found past the nod, too tired to wake
At least, I’m told, there’s no pain
At least, I’ve told, there’s no pain

Now the memory gets further away, further away, further away
Though I try to keep it close, keep it the same
How time debates, time debates, time debates, time debates
How time debates, time debates, time debates, time debates

Yeah, Elena still sits with me, we talk every day
How her words, her words, they pave the way
Time orates, time orates, tries to erase
Elena states her case
And though time orates, time debates
Elena spits in its face

9 SEPTEMBER

not much

Chords:  Gm, F, Eb 

Rain pouring down 
Depression dripping on my face 
Always looking forward to 
For a life full of grace 
The river flooded 
I’m drowning in myself 
Yet I still Look forward 
To a life full of health 


Chords:  G, C, G, D 
Chorus: 
I’m holding on 
No matter what life throws 
With all my might 
Fighting to want to fight the good fight 
One step at a time 
I will step into the light 
Step into the grey to make it alright 


Holding on 03-21-25 e

well I could rest here all day long but i won't, I'm not at a five anymore. and when i see you around here, well i know, you're not kind anymore. well bad things do not come in threes, i can not see. and i don't doubt you'll lose yourself again somewhere around at ten.

54321

i waited for you summertime, i waited for you my sunshine. well its not like a sunny day is gonna make me feel in a better way. itsa bad things that make you feel good and the small things that make you feel mad. not always i am away, you only talk to me when u have nothing else on that day. don't talk to me like I'm younger than you. dont talk to me like you've always got something to prove. you're not that nice anyway.

youre not that nice anyway

well what a cheap card for language to play
when there are no better words to portray my being a worthless welterweight, than they
she said her flight was morning Wednesday
and it's not economical for her to stay
and at this point there's no return, it’s a little too much to pay

she met again my descent for the accent
pulled me in and put me up to a liquored lament
and wrote me down, though I had hardly made a dent, or any sense
I'm living off wine, but to who's detriment?
I'm still written off by the would be sentiments
or perhaps I just cooked them
seems I'm a dead-end mistook for an ill, will-weakened friend
yeah we all tend to overlook the hems, when we're on the send

both he and I run demise for elation
so I'd have her know no less volition or dedication than his addiction
to non-prescription, sleeping and pain relieving, medication
when she comes to the bloody country, my guilty nation 

but I can't call it a win when I'm still stuck here, just waiting
I'm calling it in, me and him are being impatient
fuck, he's getting thin, doing heroin by my waist-end  
losing, but first place wasted
yeah, again, it looks like we’re racing
away from what we ain’t facing





lil bitch on big shred xxxx

de la

in my head

not home

some days I relate to the past in an awful way and others not so much

Jaime Sacchero @jasauphigh on the tenor saxophone



long since I felt you by my side
oh don't the days feel half as light as they once did
know that I found it hard hard to see
can't take the leaves back to the tree where we waited

oh when you drive back into town
don't wanna let me bring you down, you don't need it
I wont see your headlights flood the ground
not since the fire burnt half the town
you can't save it

oh if we'd met in another time
wonder what'd kept you up at night while you lay there?
all of my demons put to light
now I don't dream through half the night while you lay there

54321

mio

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