SILVERLINING

if you knew

“Two Strangers” is an introspective song exploring a softer, more mysterious
sound from NLC. A delicately crafted immersion of gentle synths, sparkling piano and haunting guitar, the vibe harkens back to The Cure and Cocteau Twins, and a sense of longing, the feeling that fulfillment is just a whisper out of reach. Inspired by the tv show “Severance”, the lyrics examine the concept of a split consciousness, a secret “second self”, or “doppleganger” potentially living within each of us.

Music, lyrics, vocals: Psykick Girl
Music, Guitar: Joe De Sa
Drums: Garrett Smith
Bass: Jake Bergman
Recorded & Mixed by Erik Sonderlon at Cosmo Street Studios

I know my
Doppleganger lives.
I can feel her shadow me.
If you wanted a lover,
You should know…
I’m not sure which one of us was unique?

I can feel it: 
Something in the air is disturbed. 
In the background:
The city plays in reverse. 

Sometimes we can 
Hear it calling,
But we turn away instead.
The mirror image
Of two strangers, 
Balanced on a knife’s edge.

I feel every signal you send.
I know you have your human needs.
Noone can comprehend,
The mutual bliss we send. 
And all the miles we feel in between.

Now I know it:
Something in my soul is aloof,
But I promise 
I will always tell you the truth.

Sometimes we can 
Hear it coming,
But we turn away instead.
The mirror image
Of two strangers, 
Balanced on a knife’s edge.

Two Strangers

I Can't Help Myself (0420)

Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Vladymir John / MATOKI 
Track Art by 505

Lyrics:
Everyday I walk you to the door
I wait for you to come back home again
You tell me you don't want to be rich
Just enough to get by
You make me smile in faces you draw
And I like you for that
You're living your minimum wage
Or not even

Then you do it everyday of the week
The week, the week
It's getting under my skin
Under my skin

Like the way the inks in your skin tell your story
I didn't know that we used to live in one city
Now we write songs when we feel like we have things to say
We write songs about our cats
Or how you almost died today

Then you do it everyday of the week
The week, the week
It's getting under my skin
Under my skin
Then you do it everyday of the week
The week, the week
It's getting under my skin
Under your skin

Restart the system I suppose
You work until you break your bones

Everyday I walk you to the door
I wait for you to come back home again



Under My Skin

Listen to the music

Melle - 2016 Souvenir

Lyrics:
 
My heart in the sun, I lay it out to dry
It’s 8:23, so baby take your time
Shoes on the floor, honey the water’s fine
No one’s gonna find us today, you’re all mine
 
I’m fucking around on the stylophone
You take a picture of me, you’re wearing my cologne
Get back in the car, got 20-something miles to go
One eye one you, one on the road
 
I love you more now summer’s here 
When that April rain it disappears
May 27th’s near
I fly back through the years
you’re my 2016 souvenir

2 cups of styrofoam, my diet of Diet Coke
We’re working hard, but baby ain’t it nice to know
No matter where we are, our life’s a holiday
It doesn’t matter we live, you’re my only home 
 
Somebody told me this would be a bad idea
But here we are still swinging from the chandelier
 
I see the gold, gold grass and my bare feet in the sand 
And the children flying kites and the grandmas on their bikes 
And they’re melting in the sun and I’m staring at the clouds in the sky 
And in the mirrors in your eyes and you

I love you more now summer’s here 
When that April rain it disappears
May 27th’s near
I fly back through the years
You’re my 2016 souvenir

Oh, souvenir
You’re my 2016 souvenir





Under My Skin

MATOKI

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