CREDITS:

Words and music by Mike Evin (SOCAN)

Mike Evin - vocal, piano
Devon Henderson - upright bass

Produced by Chris Stringer
Recorded by Darren McGill at Union Sound and Chris Stringer at home
Mixed by Chris Stringer

LYRICS:

It’s still so fresh
This feeling of holding you
Just like that
It’s something I’ll never do again

But tonight, by mistake
I almost called you “babe”
The word just popped into my head

I guess it’s good
We wanna check in sometimes
I felt the urge
To tell you I’m doing fine for now

But tonight, by mistake
I almost called you “babe”
It’s weird to think I won’t know how

Your lips on my ear
My hands on your waist
An image so clear
Has started to fade
I’m holding it up to the light

When we let go
And finally say goodbye
All we’ve had
I’ll see it with different eyes in time

But tonight, by mistake
I almost called you “babe”
Tonight, by mistake
I almost called you “babe”
I almost thought you were mine

I Almost Called You Babe

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Like a flower bed with blight
Like a handshake with no right.
Never mentioned, never tried.
You need things I can’t provide

No, I never could quite
Seem to jury rig my might
Even through years gone by
No one wants a man who whines

What am I made of?
Of is hard to describe.
Someone out there knows it.
You’ll ask & he’ll reply

Like the moon without sunshine
Like surfing without the pine
Even with unlimited time
I would never make you mine.

No, I never could quite
Control what would incite
My clipping R Waves in their heights
Or what reminds me of you. What a plight!

What am I made of?
‘Of’ is hard to describe.
Someone out there knows it,
Can explain & tell you why.

What am I made of?
Of is hard to describe.
Forget that, all I know is
I couldn’t be the head of a wife.
I couldn’t be the head of your life.

FAKE SOMETIMES

don't hold me to my word
you'll make me go berserk
i wanna hold you till it hurts
back of the bus and my hand is up her skirt
don't run now i don't ask for much
i fall down use you as my crutch
don't look at me you'll make me blush
three fingers give my face a brush

i run my hand right down her back
i said too much i shouldn't ask
i spend my weekends making crap
i wrote it down we wouldn't last
i shove you deep inside my mind
i smile less than half the time
i need it all i want your crime
it's been three years stop being shy 

don't hold me to my word
you'll make me go berserk
i wanna hold you till it hurts
back of the bus and my hand is up her skirt
don't run now i don't ask for much
i fall down use you as my crutch
don't look at me you'll make me blush
three fingers give my face a brush

cut off my adam's apple
immigrant no push and pull
i'm taking back all that you stole
i'm jfk at the grassy knoll
i'm afk please do not shoot
i'm abe lincoln and you're john wilkes booth
i swear i'm honest i'm not rude
i'm prepared to take a bullet for you

o;m;f;g

tell me why the fuck do i deserve this?
everywhere i go i'm just a burden
knew it from the start, i was just nervous
ever since she left i lost my purpose
hard 2 tell the truth, that i’ve been hurting
fucking with my friend, girl was it worth it?
I feel like i belong in a circus
for thinking that we had a chance of working
you try to bring me down and girl its working
begging for the end, girl i've been yearning
i aint got no license, midnight swerving
relapse off the DXM, my words im slurring
you know who the fuck i am referring to
look up at the stars and all i feel is blue
not even 1 month, I guess been he's feeling you
you guys just dont know what you put me through
so it's fuck my feelings right?
just another heathen at the end of the night
i never thought 1 person could cross 2 lines
n i cant even breathe but fuck it cuz im feeling right
i feel so betrayed cuz i really fucked with you
i really liked your music brodie just 2 tell the truth
now i cant even fuck with you im sipping gin and juice
i pour my heart out into this shit cuz im stayin true
fuck my life and fuck my friends
fuck my highs and fuck my lens   
i kinda like the silence
cuz it wont fuck with my head

Indicuh - Silence (Prod. Kinsei) (January 27th, 2024)

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