Don't know where we're going with this instrumental yet. Hopefully somewhere.

THINGAMAJIGGER 1

BEAST COAST (Song Idea)

Fruit

Undone (The Sweater Song)

Zazen

Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand

Sohcahtoa

Space Cowboy

Hermano

Made using the startup sound from the Windows 98 OS. Thanks for listening!

Mp3 Download Link: http://www.mediafire.com/listen/u2h4hoxb7xoj269/98.mp3

Chapter Black

Maria

Wendy

Got a little bored tonight and put together a quick vaporwave tune. Enjoy. 

With You

Written and performed by Rex, Hector, and Alfredo (aka the sauce.)

Lyrics: 

Walking in a forest.
Can't see past the darkness.
Crossing over a river.
Things are not as they seem.

SASQUAAATTTTCHHHHH!!!
(Alfredo: Dude... It's just a bear.)
SASQUAAATTTTCHHHHH!!!
(Alfredo: Bruh... I'm telling you, it's just a bear.)
SASQUAAATTTTCHHHHH!!!
(Alfredo: Dude are you high?)
SASQUAAATTTTCHHHHH!!!
(Alfredo: Look man... I just..)
(Rex: Just shut up Alfredo. I know what I saw. Just shut up.)

We stalk this mysterious creature. 
We get a little closer.
Our eyes adjust. 
We see the silhouette of such a giant figure. 
Will we know its secrets?
Or will they be left in the dark?

 SASQUAAATTTTCHHHHH!!!
(Alfredo: What the f— dude...)
 SASQUAAATTTTCHHHHH!!!
(Alfredo: Ohhhh my god...)
 SASQUAAATTTTCHHHHH!!!
(Alfredo: You're... you're blind.)
SASQUAAATTTTCHHHHH!!!
(Alfredo: If you're so sure it's Sasquatch then go up to it.)
(Rex: Alfredo please. Just please. Please.) 

YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH
(Bipedal bear. Bipedal bear. Bipedal bear. Bipedal bear.)
YEAH
BEAR
YEAH 
SASQUATCH

SASQUAAATTTTCHHHHH!!!
SASQUAAATTTTCHHHHH!!!
SASQUAAATTTTCHHHHH!!!
SASQUAAATTTTCHHHHH!!!
Saaaassquaaaatttcccchhh....

Sasquatch (Single)

I wanna see if you could be my ticket to ride
Oh could you be my busy bee
Anatomy that keeps you bound to turkish delight
Yeah I could lead our jubilee
I guarantee you're meant to be my ticket to ride
I'm trippin, my bad
But I beseech you to sell your pulitzer prize
I'm trippin, my bad

If you're buying I can think of something to return the favor

Dauphin Dom delegate me
Dauphin Dom liberate me
Dauphin Dom delegate me
Dauphin Dom do you hate me?

My gravy train, my destination Harper's Bazaar
You're vilified. You're sanctified
I'm rattlebrained, but I'm not afraid to make watermarks
I'm lynx-eyed. I'm godlike
I counterclaim, you're meant to be my lottery card
I'm trippin, my bad
I'm not ashamed, I'm laying bones in my grocery cart
I'm trippin, my bad

Dauphin Dom delegate me
Dauphin Dom liberate me
Dauphin Dom delegate me
Dauphin Dom do you hate me?

If you're buying I can think of something

Dauphin Dominic

Available for free download on bandcamp. Thanks for listening. 

https://spacephase.bandcamp.com/track/space-cowboy

Spotify Link: http://spoti.fi/2kc3gMl

Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep. 
Moonlight spills on comic books and superstars in magazines. 
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet. 
Her plane takes off from Baltimore and touches down on Bourbon Street. 
We sit outside and argue all night long about a god we've never seen, but never fails to side with me. 
Sunday comes and all the papers say ma Teresa's joined the mob and happy with her full time job. 
Am I alive or thoughts that drift away? 
Does summer come for everyone? 
Can humans do as prophets say? 
And if I die before I learn to speak, can money pay for all the days I lived awake but half asleep? 
A life is time, they teach you growing up. 
The seconds ticking killed us all a million years before the fall. 
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go. 
You swim like lions through the crest and bathe yourself in zebra flesh. 
I've been downhearted babe, ever since the day we met.

Primitive Radio Gods cover

Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand (ft. Eyas)

This is a cover we made of the 'We are Trees' rendition of the song 'When I'm With You' by 'Best Coast'

When I'm With You (Best Coast Cover)

Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep. 
Moonlight spills on comic books and superstars in magazines. 
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet. 
Her plane takes off from Baltimore and touches down on Bourbon Street. 
We sit outside and argue all night long about a god we've never seen, but never fails to side with me. 
Sunday comes and all the papers say ma Teresa's joined the mob and happy with her full time job. 
Am I alive, or thoughts that drift away? 
Does summer come for everyone? 
Can humans do as prophets say? 
And if I die before I learn to speak, can money pay for all the days I lived awake but half asleep? 
A life is time, they teach you growing up. 
The seconds ticking killed us all a million years before the fall. 
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go. 
You swim like lions through the crest and bathe yourself in zebra flesh. 
I've been downhearted babe, ever since the day we met.

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Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand

Oh lord. 
A mess of blue guitar chords that say the things I can’t say, and voice the thoughts I can’t weigh. 
Large or light, your weights are mine. 
I don’t mind if you don’t mind. 
I’m afraid in my own way of what you know that I don’t show. 
Hermano. 
Admit you don’t know how to phrase it. 
A chain that’s here in clear view. 
A future that includes you. 
Times and dates that I can’t trace. 
One sole face I can’t displace. 
I’m afraid in my own way of what you know that I don’t show. 
Hermano.

Marble in space. 
Zoom in to see her face. 
Young man in the game, but he doesn't swing that way. 
Diamond in the rough. 
Not as hard, just as tough. 
Old love, now new. 
You're not the lucky few. 
Statue in the hall. 
Little girl, twelve feet tall. 
Young blood in a daze. 
He'll make the country great. 
One truth. 
One lie. 
Leave all the gray behind. 
You say you'll try, but your mind's not like mine. 
Go clean your bow. 
You won't know, till the show. 
I don't care. 
Put it there. 
I can share, but I won't. 
Gases and flames and faith the world won’t change. 
Big heart, big brain, holding in colossal pain. 
Questions in the queue when the answer welcomed you. 
Concede to the change, nothing else stays the same. 
Pinhead, out-and-out. 
Prodigy, packed with doubt. 
Flashes, look away. 
Inamorata comes your way. 
Choices galore. 
Bliss made into a chore. 
Reaper come forth. 
I'll show you out the door. 
Go clean your bow. 
You won't know, till the show. 
I don't care. 
Put it there. 
I can share, but I won't. 
Last night I took a bullet for my wife in our home and I woke up alone laying on a cliff overlooking the river Styx. 
All flames yet desolate next to me. 
All I hear are screams of pain and agony. 
I really don’t see a way I could be in this place in this day and age, since life is eternal. 
Lu approaches and I cry, 
“I’ve died many times before so why have I woken up to the sight of hell?” 
He snickers and replies, 
“Calm yourself my friend it’s alright to be frightened and confused. 
Look at all the faces in the river. 
Can’t you see that they belong to you?” 
Go clean your bow. 
You won't know, till the show. 
I don't care. 
Put it there. 
I can share, but I won't.

Trompe L’oeil

Overdue

I'm just a guy making tunes out of his home in birdland 

Contact: rexpax95@gmail.com

Rex Pax

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