the demos of all the songs from our smash hit debut ep shawcross plus a sneaky surprise at the end.

get all these hits and other versions of the same hits on a wacky coloured cassette here: https://solitairerecordings.bandcamp.com/album/shawcross

mastered by hamma mitchell the baddest of boys


anuthawednesday

Close my door––don’t touch my stuff 
And whats for dinner––that’s not enough 
And if you call me in the afternoon 
I’m obliged to call you soon 
But I wont call you I’m with my friends 
You can see me once the day will end 

My mommy wont let me eat breakfast in bed 
She don’t think I will clean, Ill just make a mess 
To be completely fair I’m just a big mess 

Buy me clothes and keep me warm 
Ill never thank you––since I was born 
And if you call me in the afternoon 
Im obliged to call you soon 
But I wont call you I’m with my friends 
You can see me once the day will end 

My mommy wont let me eat breakfast in bed 
She don’t think I will clean, Ill just make a mess 
To be completely fair I’m just a big mess

Breakfast In Bed

Oh I'm alone 
and quite sad 
But its okay 
Cause I'm glad 

Slow dancing, Slow dancing 
With misery 
Slow dancing Slow Dancing 
Just you and me 
Slow dancing, slow dancing 
So happily 
Slow dancing, slow Dancing 

Oh I wont lie 
Im not well 
But its not that 
Hard to tell 

Slow dancing, Slow dancing 
With misery 
Slow dancing Slow Dancing 
Just you and me 
Slow dancing, slow dancing 
So happily 
Slow dancing, slow Dancing

Slow Dancing With Misery

This right here 
Is a love that keeps kids at bay 
i disappear 
Don’t care what romantics say 

i did a hard thing 
Made me feel so little 
i left my heart strings 
Near san Francisco 

It may not last 
But I don’t mind feeling this pain 
And most things pass 
But my love for you wont change 

i did a hard thing 
Made me feel so little 
i left my heart strings 
Near san Francisco 

i did a hard thing 
Made me feel so little 
i left my heart strings 
Near san Francisco

I Left My Heart Strings Near San Francisco

Please distract me from my own despair 
It creeps on me when I know no ones there 
Because I don’t wanna feel, feel so old 
Because I don’t wanna feel, bitter and old 
But its bitter sweet oh boy 
When you drop all your toys 
But its bitter sweet oh joy 
Being a melancholy boy 

So what I'm comfortable and things they seems so find 
I know that misery is, happiness with some time 
Life is so unfair to everyone that it is fair 
Just be glad of your joys and everything that gives you care 

To win, you must play the game 
To win, you must do what you love 
I hope I can win so I can do what I love 
I wish to do what I love.

Intimations Of Morality From Recollections Of Ugly Children

It's Christmas Time '25

FIRST SINGLE BY FAT CAMP
MARIO
GRANT
MALONE

Artwork by @dobledeh

Trapped In Your Universe

SEBASTIAN ROCA - DRINKING ON MY OWN

FLOWERS

Sad TV

What That Mean?/Gardenia

Mgmt: tristan@votiv.is / lindsay@votiv.is

I Left My Heart Strings Near San Francisco

Michael Seyer