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damn this heart by Corey Kent

아름다웠었지
우리가 마주했던 그 여름밤
아른거렸었지
찰나의 기억도 그리워져 난
영원함을 약속했었는데
I'm only you
think about you
그냥 생각 날 뿐이야
그때 그 여름밤 우리 같이 나눴던 얘기
헤어지더라도 종종 안부를 묻자던 얘길
늘 마음속에 두고선 너를 그리워하는데
아직도 선명해 day&night
예뻤어, 그 해 여름밤
안녕, 나는 그럭저럭 지내
여전히 난 상암동의 거리를 지났어
그때 했던 이야기를 기억해?
멀어지더라도 남이 되지는 말자며
강아지를 꽤나 좋아했던
여름 밤 열기보다 마음이 따뜻했던 너,
잊고 있었던 향기를 되짚어봐
참 바보였지 난
그 누구보다 날 사랑하지 못해서
결말인 거야
영화가 끝난 엔딩 크레딧 같은 이 노래를
혹시 거리에서 듣게 된다면
꼭 말해주고 싶었어
참 많이 고마웠다고
그때 그 여름밤 우리 같이 나눴던 얘기
헤어지더라도 종종 안부를 묻자던 얘길
늘 마음속에 두고선 너를 그리워하는데
아직도 선명해 day&night
예뻤어, 그 해 여름밤

그 해 여름 우리는 (Acoustic Ver.)

Pagobinho 2.0

A História de Nós Dois / Meu Casamento / Me Bloqueia / 12 de Junho / Tristinha / Um Só Sentimento / Quem É Esse Cara? / Nosso Primeiro Beijo (Ao Vivo)

Vá Com Deus / Sem Você / A Troco de Nada / Não Me Vejo Sem Você (Ao Vivo)

Lyrics by WOODZ
Composed by WOODZ, NATHAN, HOHO
Arranged by NATHAN, HOHO

love your lies (DEMO)

황가람-나는 반딧불

I Can't Help But Wonder

잊혀지는 것들에 대하여

Solace

wave to earth - Black Mountain (검은 산)

AGORA EU QUERO IR

You left your hoodie in my Civic again
Still smells like chlorine and unsaid things
I watched the moths attack my porch light
And thought, yeah, that’s probably love

Your voicemail's just a sigh and two seconds of wind
I saved it anyway

I built a shrine from Busch Light cans and dead cassette tape
Tuned my heart to open D and watched it snap
You always said I cared like a forgotten state
So I drew your name in dust on the welcome mat

There’s an opossum in the gutter again
He’s got your stare and my old shoes
I tried to name him something tragic
But he just hissed and chewed through the past

Every love song sounds like dial-up now
Just waiting for it to connect

I built a drum from all our shared anxieties
Kicked it gently ‘til my ankle cracked
You told me once that grief’s a Midwestern breeze
Soft, humid, and impossible to track

I carved our breakup date into a pizza box
Then used it as a sled on your old hill
Your dad saw me, said, “she’s not coming back, bud”
I just nodded and slid straight into the creek

All my flannel shirts are starting to molt
I guess I am too

I wrote our names in ketchup on a paper plate
Left it out for raccoons and abstract fate
You were always better at abstract things
Like feelings, and taxes, and how not to wait

And if I call you from the Kwik Trip payphone
Don’t pick up — just let it ring
I’ll leave a whisper in the static
Something small. Something Midwest. Something with wings.

The corn is listening, anyway
And so’s your cat, probably

I stacked old zines like bricks around my grief
Lit 'em up with a Bic and some unsent tweets
You always knew how to say things sweet and bleak
I just mumble in 3/4 time and leave


We Only Cuddle During Tornado Warnings

Graduated from Corman Park College of Dental Numismatics in 1993, with a graduate degree in Experimental Post-Sludge.

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We Only Cuddle During Tornado Warnings

MC Horsebones