Name: Circling the Drain by Mason Summit
Duration: 3 min 12 s
Description: Written, performed & produced by Mason Summit. Drums by Lucas Bidran. Mix & drum engineering by Oliver Roman. Mastering by Bobbi Giel at Welcome to 1979. Photo by Bridey Caramagno. Graphic design by Milo Borsuk.

Written, performed & produced by Mason Summit. Drums by Lucas Bidran. Mix & drum engineering by Oliver Roman. Mastering by Bobbi Giel at Welcome to 1979. Photo by Bridey Caramagno. Graphic design by Milo Borsuk.

Circling the Drain

Unreleased Sly Stone masterpiece demo from the 80's.

Sly Stone-Coming Back For More

Track 2. 

Written and sung by me- Madeleine Mayi. Produced by Mk.gee. Mixed and Mastered by Joey Messina-Doerning.

Just the Six of Us

You Want More

This dreamy ballad displays Kendra’s ability to transport the listener into her world. Solo piano sets the foundation of the song, while a slow buildup of instrumentals matches the buildup of emotion that her audience experiences. Her lyrics are powerful yet her delivery is relaxing and effortless. The audience is bound to connect with her on those feelings of experiencing love building while fearing the heartbreak of losing it all. 



Credits: 

Production: Miles Jensen 

Artwork: Dom Pera 

Guitar: Jess Kallen/Miles Jensen

Bass: Cyrus Elia 

Drums: Ian Hubbell

Never Stop

Longer Than a Day Without You

Shady Hill

ssssaaaaahhh

Stay Like You Are

music and lyrics by Rett Madison
produced and mixed by Frederik Thaae



lyrics
don't I look like my mother
when I've passed out on our kitchen floor 
from fighting drunk at the bar

don't I look like my mother
when I'm jealous and insecure 
and throwing holes through our bedroom door

I never thought I'd be cut from the same cloth
my eyes burn just like hers when I'm fucked up
I thought I'd learn
But ain't I my mother's girl

Don't I look like my mother
when I cry over lovers you never kissed and I'm talking tough and clenching fists

Oh I never thought I'd be cut from the same cloth
but my eyes burn just like hers when I'm fucked up
I thought I'd learn
but ain't I my mother's girl

ain't I my mother's girl?

Mother’s Girl

just one more dose of your lips against my neck but the door won’t close, maybe that is for the best
under saturn's light, drifting on a band of clouds, your hand on my thighs, i could stay a few more hours

nothing you could do to keep me from your heat, i’ll blame it on your bed though and the divot in between
and when we kiss in your kitchen when no one’s watching, keeping my eyes closed i've got no plans of stopping

your weight on me, is this a dream
always longing to be someone you see
stuck inside my head but what’s unsaid

i wanna know your life, reassure what isnt real, you’ve been a satellite orbiting my brain for years
your hand in mine it’s lame but i always swoon each time we kiss and you say i’ll see you soon

one day i’ll take the time to count the freckles on your skin, i like to think they’re from the thousand ways you seem to win
at a steady pace chasing an idealistic life, standing on your front porch now thank you for leaving on the light

A place for my demos, live recordings, etc.

Circling the Drain

Mason Summit

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