Cold gone and forgotten
Wouldn't it be nice to get some rest?

Cold long gone and forgotten
I wanna lay down somewhere. Alone, my darling.

But there's always something.
Someone with a cup of summer wine.

Hold that shell, hear the ocean.
Just keep it, and give it back some other time.

Oh, no. Fifteen hundred leagues below.
If I could just skip these forty years to go.

Grey. Flat. To be the one that's processed last.
To sit in the sun, and the last person has gone and now it is just me and boundless something. And you.

We could be two oak trees
Just wind and dirt and roots somewhere.

Cold long gone and forgotten
Hey at least we'll get some rest.

Cold Gone Forgotten

You open your eyes for the very first time,
and look at the world around you.
A rational agent with irrational choice.
Self-aware. Aroused, too.

Always surrounded. Always alone.
The suffering must be profound, ooh.
Cuz you can't talk to anyone else because you're a monkey.

All alone.
Everybody else is super fucking dumb.
Because you are the only sapient monkey.

I Think Therefore I Am

Summer Without Abuela :/

love never ever felt so good it was sick

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas - The Knightingales (Menlo A Capella)

No Papa for Christmas :/

Hope you like diminished. And pick sounds

Sharp 4s

Yall dumb motherfuckers like reverse delay

Reverse

Part of a recording of Space Odyssey from a Housecat gig at Tufts University

Drums - Jacob Ehrlich
Bass - Jack Correll
Keys - Caleb Martin-Rosenthal
Saxophones - Seungyoon Kim and Ben Mizrach
Other Vox - MK Charron

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