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IMF Favorite Songs 1

IMF Favorite Songs

Wrong Things

Falling up

Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near, fast it’s here 
Atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll neverland
Second star to the right…

I’m gripping the grass and I’m pulling up daisies
Thank matter for mass and the comfort of gravity
Airplane eclipses over spirals of math, would or could the impact kill me?
Yes, yes, yes. No, no, no, no, no.
It’s just the high-noon moon saying “shoot for the stars!”
“Be the next big constellation, connect the dots between your parts!”

Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.
Only plastic flowers never die

With the bones of a crow and ambitions of candlewax
What do you know of control? The wind is simply at your back
It really seems pollen’s more clever than bees, so you cue the final words of Leary:
And cry “Why, why, why? Why not? Why not? Why not?”
I’d rather be a hot-air Hindenburg than an elephant tied right down to its stake
Cut ties, shed the dead weight. I ain’t saying it’s fate, but there are no mistakes

And dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.
Only plastic flowers never die. 

While I cry on skies of blue linoleum. 
Clouds of spilt milk, but am I the cup?
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up. 
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?

Disney-Pixar Ludovico, Shirley Temple maraschino
Hotel rooms of Motley Crüe, Broadway producer improv troupes
Ray-Bans in your living room, eyeline hurts to be in view like
Stage fright only when its karaoke night with friends leave early
Did I earn this stupid hat? Is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?  

The larger they are
The harder they tend to fall
Much larger than life cause from such height
Life looks awful small

And dandelions grow in dirt
Magic mushrooms grow in piles of bullshit
I grew up in suburbia. 
Love us or hate us, pick us you’re killing us, and 
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed
Only plastic flowers never die. 

While I cry on skies of blue linoleum. 
Clouds of spilt milk, but am I the cup?
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up. 
(Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze 
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze, you make a wish.)
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up. 
(Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze, you make a wish.)
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?

Did I earn this stupid hat? Is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?

Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near, fast it’s here 
Atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll neverland. 
Second star to the right…
And straight on ‘till you die.

Falling Up

Synthesisers and electric piano.
Dedicated to Rick Wright and Simone Veil.
Paris 2017.
Photo by Elena Nicolai

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Packy - Falling Up

Welcome

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/4ioJGh4V9tFfCUSCZIvfO0

Itunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/distant-galaxies-single/1506135967?uo=4&app=itunes&at=1001lry3&ct=dashboard

Bandcamp: https://interstellarnoise.bandcamp.com/track/distant-galaxies

Distant Galaxies

Alpine

snow day

"Daydream" expresses the feeling of monotony in one's life. It is easy to get lost in daily routines. Going through the same motions every single day can cause one to lose their sense of self, and their sense of individuality. It becomes difficult to look at yourself in the mirror knowing that you aren't living your life the way you have always wanted to. It seems to be that the only place where one can truly be themselves is in their daydreams.

Music & Lyrics - Dakota Deyoc
Production - Dakota Deyoc
Engineer- Daniel Konopka
Cover Art - Kenneth Downie

Daydream

Tracking Engineers: Joey O'Brien, Grant Wilson
Mixing/Producing: Joey O'Brien, Matthew Estevez
Music: Matthew Estevez
Mastering: Amy at Yes Master Studio
Artwork: Mikki Nunn

For The Love Of God

Composed, Mixed by: MoosCode
Mastering: Remon Sakr
Poster,Video: usama allam

DJ Met2al

Escaping Reality

Synthwave chilling track Composed by MoosCode
Mastering by Remon Sakr

Rehabilitation

Composed by MoosCode
  Mastering by Remon Sakr

Dreams' Portal

The F-use debut album, I Don't Feel Like I Belong Here

Her little wrists
Set the mind to ease
Time we’ll see
How deep she buries me
How many turns till we know
That these lights are letting go

Letting go
Pissing out my nose
Already let me know
Was kicking around the bend
Kicking around

Got no love for her
Been wasting all her time
I’m out there
Not here
Somebody loves you
Somebody loves you
Somebody loves you 

It’s just too late
Never keep the rabid dogs
Hiding the wilt of disease
Steel tip in the door
Steel tips in the doors

Letting go
Pissing out my nose
Already let me know
What's kicking around the bend
Kicking around the bend
Kicking round the bend
Kicking round the bend
Kicking round the bend

The Bend

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