remember when //wallows

Something New

Walking Around

Is it the voices in your head
Keeping you in bed
Run me off the road again
You’re leaving me for dead
With every word you keep unsaid
I throw my cards on the table
I mean what did you expect
I said I was able

But it’s no easier to be alone
I want you here, I needed you to (know)
No it don’t go the way that we planned it
But who the hell cares? Why does it matter?
The way we appear is not up to
All of the fears that they share
It all becomes clear that
Through all uncertainty 
I’d rather be

Is it the choices that you’ve left
Dripping in regret
Check the mirror's reflection
But don’t recognize yourself
With every version you present 
It’s so far off away from 
Your original intent
But still you were able

But it’s no easier to be alone
I want you here, I needed you to (know)
No it don’t go the way that we planned it
But who the hell cares? Why does it matter?
The way we appear is not up to
All of the fears that they share
It all becomes clear that
Through all uncertainty 
I’d rather be

Look me in the eyes
And tell me this ain’t paradise
When you hold me at your side
I feel like there are no lies

But it’s no easier to be alone
I want you here, I needed you to (know)
No it don’t go the way that we planned it
But who the hell cares? Why does it matter?
The way we appear is not up to
All of the fears that they share
It all becomes clear that
Through all uncertainty 
I’d rather be

Drew

want a ride

Walking

I wrote this album about the year I had coming out of a very dark depression. Creating these songs allowed me to express my loneliness and I hope you can find some comfort in them.

Windowsill

Este disco es, literal, el mapa emocional de Lúa. Todo salió de notas guardadas en el celular, madrugadas pegado a la ventana y pláticas con sus amigos. Cada canción es un pedazo de algo que le dolió, le movió o le hizo sonreír.

Musicalmente es el universo que Lúa trae pegado: guitarras flotando, líneas de bajo bien marcadas y voces que a veces parecen un susurro directo al oído. Nada de poses; suena a un chico de la CDMX contando sus cosas sin filtros, con la puerta del cuarto medio abierta y la ciudad respirando afuera.

Póntelo en el metro de noche, en la azotea con una cerveza o mientras manejas sin rumbo; es un disco para acompañarte cuando quieras mirar tus propios mapas invisibles y quizá, como Lúa, encontrarles sentido.

Made Of Light

Lord Nap