Sourdough

Shapeshifter

City of Angels

Writers:
AJ Smith, Jason Lane, Dru Marshall

Producer:
AJ Smith

We're All Gonna Die

Medusa

My Shadow

Big Girl Words

BIG GIRL WORDS

PANIC ATTACK

A song made by Thomas sanders, i saw it wasnt on here so thought id be the one to do it

yours - Thomas Sanders

Lyrics:
Sugar smiles taste of salt from the tears
This is not what we wanted, I fear
She’s getting on a plane
He’s driving back to town
He doesn’t wanna wait
And she’s gonna touch down any minute now
I don’t know when we’ll be back around 
But right now 

We’re just bittersweet drunk sitting in my living room
Bittersweet drunk singing in a joyful sorrow 
Bittersweet drunk living with the end of the world 
We are beautiful
But it hurts

Hang a ghost light just above your head
I’m headed home, I don’t know when I’ll see you again 
She’s getting on a plane
He’s driving back to town
He doesn’t wanna wait
And she’s gonna touch down any minute now
I don’t know when we’ll be back around 
But right now

We’re just bittersweet drunk sitting in my living room
Bittersweet drunk singing in a joyful sorrow 
Bittersweet drunk living with the end of the world 
We are beautiful
But it hurts

My friends we’ll keep moving on
Oh, my friends we’ll keep moving on
While we drag our feet and slump our shoulders
We’ll pave a new street, build homes out of boulders
We’ll find another way

But right now we’re all just bittersweet drunk sitting in my living room
Bittersweet drunk singing in a joyful sorrow 
Living with the end of the world 
We are beautiful

Bittersweet drunk sitting in my living room
Bittersweet drunk singing in a joyful sorrow 
Bittersweet drunk living with the end of the world 
We are beautiful

Bittersweet Drunk

Lyrics:

I might Icarus myself into irrelevance 
Would you catch me like the ocean if I did?
Would you carry me to shore where just the night before 
I was happy just to be my father‘s kid?
Not anymore
Was I too confident?
Am I fighting for my dream or is it his?
It’s buried in my body
Everything about me
But I hope you remember something they’ll forget

I’ll lose a little bit of my cool 
And I’ll lose a little bit of the wind 
And I’ll lose a little bit of my groove 
And I’ll lose a little bit of my grin 
And I’ll lose a little bit of my home 
So I try to build another within my soul
‘Cuz after everything, I’m still whole

I look at myself 
The way I would want my lover to look at me 
I laugh at myself
Even when the sun’s beating down on my waxen wings 
I’m still flying 
Bet you’re dying to know if I’ve flown off the handle or not 
Not yet, not yet

I might Icarus myself into irrelevance 
Forget to write me down, confuse my name 
With a dream they never had
Or a little bit of madness
Everybody’s getting closer to the flame

I’ll lose a little bit of my touch 
and I’ll lose a little bit of my grind 
and I’ll lose a little bit of the color I take into my eyes
and I’ll lose a little bit of my home 
so I try to build another within my mind
‘Cuz after everything, it’s my life

I look at myself 
The way I would want my lover to look at me 
I laugh at myself
Even when the sun’s beating down on my waxen wings 
I’m still flying 
Bet you’re dying to know if I’ve flown off the handle or not 
Not yet, not yet

I’ll lose a little bit of my cool 
And I’ll lose a little bit of the wind 
And I’ll lose a little bit of my groove 
And I’ll lose a little bit of my grin 
And I’ll lose a little bit of my home 
So I try to build another within my soul
‘Cuz after everything, I’m still whole

Icarus

LYRICS:

Spring’s around the corner 
And she’s calling my name 
She’s drinking in the sunlight 
I’ll just stick to the shade 
Reflection in the water needs somebody to blame
Pollen on my fingers 
And I’m itching my nose 
Another cycle stuffs me up 
With something nobody knows 
But everybody ‘round me is allergic to home

A history of violence
Too big for my body
I’ll carry the weight like Atlas did 
A legacy of silence 
I will not go quietly
I’ll ferry across the river Styx 
Take the soul of my dead life 
Make Persephone my wife
So something could grow down here with this 
History of violence 
Too big for my body

Spring’s across the country 
But she’s calling my name 
She says “Are you in it for love, 
Or are you here for the fame?” 
“Don’t take too long to answer
Imma need one today” 
Sunburn from the moonlight
And it’s stinging my soul 
The constellations sing their stories out like nobody knows
Maybe if I join them, I’ll forget all my woes

A history of violence
Too big for my body
I’ll carry the weight like Atlas did 
A legacy of silence 
I will not go quietly, 
I’ll ferry across the river Styx 
Take the soul of my dead life 
Make Persephone my wife
So something could grow down here with this 
History of violence 
Too big for my body

Someone took my lemonade 
And spiked it with a little shame 
That I haven’t grown up at all 
Little talks and bigger games 
There’s nothing wrong, I wanna play 
But I can’t seem to catch my fall 
And I’ll save another bite for my last plate
So when I’m passing over
I can savor the taste of something I made
Something I made
And it won’t taste like

A history of violence
Too big for my body
I’ll carry the weight like Atlas did 
A legacy of silence 
I will not go quietly
 
A history of violence
Too big for my body
I’ll carry the weight like Atlas did 
A legacy of silence 
I will not go quietly
I’ll ferry across the river Styx 
Take the soul of my dead life 
Make Persephone my wife
So something could grow down here with this 
History of violence 
That doesn’t define me
History of violence 
That doesn’t define me
A history of violence

History Of Violence

WHAT IM HERE FOR

Lyrics:
I’ve only started to whiten my teeth
Not too late to start, age twenty three
‘Cuz my smile was something that nobody ‘round me believes
Merlot and whiskey, amber and red
Well, not respectively, but in my head 
I drank them together with Camembert and sourdough bread

But I thought egg white in a cocktail, it sounded gross
But it doesn’t taste funky, it just softens the blow
An alcoholic foam
For an agnostic soul

I’ve only started to clean out my closet
Not too late to start, age twenty seven
With monochromatic emotions and shoes that don’t fit 
But the colors don’t match if you look hard enough 
But I’ll say they’re the same, with no room for discussion
But some I will wash with the brights, and some with my bluff

And I found the wool lining on an old-timey business coat 
Does get a little itchy, but I am not cold 
Or maybe it’s the alcohol keeping me warm 

Lies continue to stain my life
I fully disdain my mind
Lies continue to stain my life
I fully disdain my mind

I find the fluoride in my toothpaste doesn’t stick out
I’m not mint condition, but I’m tasting it now I’m filling my shirts and the muscle is sound
I’m giving myself a reason to be loud
A reason to be proud
I’m starting to feel better now 
I believe I can be better now

Lyrics:
I wanted to be like you so bad 
But I spent all my anger like a child with cash 
Ashes in bottles, and wine in the urn 
You weren’t someone to follow, you were someone to burn 
I’ve been scraping by on reasons to laugh 
And the bank just called me, another overdraft
Action figures and my own opinions, I spent it all on that
But I earned it all, no need for paying you back
‘Cuz I did it on my own this time

I wanted to be like you so bad
You think I spend my energy on making you mad
Living the life you really wanted me to have
Just so you could say that you’re the reason for that
No, bet I did it on my own this time

Embarrassing myself to friends when I was younger
‘Cuz I took your fucking advice 
So trust your tongue if you think you’re tasting poison
Baby that’s my fucking advice

Child With Cash

Messed up- Chloe adams · Once monsters

From Asheville, NC, Mars Mignon has been molded by music his entire life. The songwriter has drawn comparisons to Jason Mraz, Ed Sheeran, and Noah Gundersen: an explosive performer with a clear pop sensibility in nature and energy, paired with introspective songs that range from joyous to gut-wrenching. Influences of blues, folk, and rock are seamlessly woven into his work, with a passionate voice to match it.

Child With Cash

Mars Mignon

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