Brain Stew (Green Day Cover)- Flapper Girl

The city's awake
But im falling far behind the days
'Cause maybe i am too afraid to know the answers
I wont even dare to ask

Look straight to my face
I know you all too well,
You're one of them
Tell us how we wont make it in the end

'Cause we are the lost youth
Searching for the truth so
Save your breath
We're not listening

We are the reckless
We are the wild kids
We are the ones that they will try to silence
Hit with your best shot

Blue and orange lights
I swear i'd rather be here than anywhere else
'Cause our demons can't reach us
When we're drowning in soundwaves

We can breathe, we can breathe
We've found our place, our saving grace
And you cant hold us down

We are a 4-part disaster
And we make one hell of a team
Despite our differences
We're all rivers that meet by the sea

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Produced by Hope For Fiasco

Hope For Fiasco Is:
Paulina Linarez - Bass/Backing Vocals
Patricia Tejada - Guitars
Jamie Ogalesco - Guitars/Vocals

Additional Musicians:
Tommy Bruzo - Drums
Raphael Pulgar - Drums & Strings Programming

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Raphael Pulgar at Saturnine Audio

Released: July 30, 2017
All rights reserved

4-Part Disaster

Contemplating what you said
I sit alone in the shed
Heavy weight on heart and both hands on my head

Why you gotta play so hard to get?
I'm trying not to worry but I can't help but fret
Why we gotta play around and just be friends
I think you'd rather see me dead

So you'll hide away and play pretend
Carry on as if I don't exist
And it's okay - cause it's exactly what you want

I'm happy on my own
It won't be long until you're forgotten
I guess it doesn't really matter cause you never said much anyway

Is anybody looking for love in these dire times?
Throwing everything on the line over open fires
I'm feeling the burn and the sting of your cold smile
You've got a dark heart and a tendency to live in denial
Back and forth - leaving me behind
Ignore the signs that I leave you
Playing on my mind
Look close enough and you might find
A piece of me that resonates
A piece of you that feels the same
I piece of us left in the cold
A simple truth left to behold

Rinse and repeat
Give in to defeat
Ignored once again
They call me "block button clickbait"

I'm happy on my own
It won't be long until you're forgotten
I guess it doesn't really matter cause you never said much anyway

You never said much anyway
You never said much anyway
You never said much anyway
You never said much anyway

I'm happy on my own
It won't be long until you're forgotten
I guess it doesn't really matter cause you never said much anyway

You never said much anyway
You never said much anyway
You never said much anyway
You never said much anyway
You never said much anyway
You never said much anyway
You never said much anyway
You never said much anyway

Block Button Clickbait (Remastered)

cover of honey bee by seahaven, guitar played by me

honeybee (one take first try)

Dm to purchase.
Or dm on instagram @cashpunkx

Alternative Rock Instrumental (Prod. Cashpunk)

Stitches Are For Bitches

Just A Memory

Just A Memory - TheChelseaSmile

Robert Sinatra with another classic tune from the classic 30's swing band "the Croon" 🎺🎺

Original song & lyrics by The Cure and members
Arrangement, composition, electric guitar: E. Montgomerey
Vocals, hi-hat, production: M. Sinatra

Boys Don't Croon

Ephraim:
The chrysalis inside your eyes looked just like broken glass.
Slicked words slide in between your teeth, puppeteering all and everything beneath.
Love in hate, the woe of life.
Giving in to slipping in that holy burning knife.

Fall through the cracks or tie a knot 
I don’t wanna be here if you’re not 
I’m on fire in public spaces 
I don’t have time for names or faces 

Pinch of salt over my back
For the Painted devils dressed in black
Giving it all to a lower god 
You will never taste my blood

Ephraim:
At night I feel His million eyes watching, the flutter of His eyelashes leaving welts upon my cheek.
God screams like a dying star, as the sky turns red.

Drill a hole into my head 
Maybe then I’ll want to leave my bed 
It comes and gos or so my brother preaches 
By the look in his eye I really wanna believe it 

Take this cross I’ve inked into my arm
Standing up for a light of blinding harm 
I will burn before I die 
I will never tell a lie

Chorus:
Wake me up
When this is all over 
Wake me up
Don’t wait for us 
I’m burning up all over 
Don’t wake me up 
When will this be over

Rivi:
Never.

You're making it so hard for me, you're making it so easy.
Steady baby, this is the way that I like to party.
You're on the steeple submit, you're just where I wanna be.
Heavenly.
Down below with hounds I seethe.

Chorus x2

Painted Devils (ft. Rivi)

Making all sorts of random shit and you enjoy it.

Boys Don't Croon

ME