negative xp - wasting my time (acoustic)

weezer cover

i know i should get next to you
you got a look that made me think you're cool
but it's just sexual attraction
not something real so I'd rather keep whacking

why bother?
its gonna hurt me
it's gonna kill when you desert me
this happened to me twice before
it won't happen to me anymore

i've known a lot of girls before
what's the harm in knowing one more?
maybe we could even get together
maybe you could break my heart next summer

why bother?
it's gonna hurt me
it's gonna kill when you desert me
this happened to me twice before
it won't happen to me anymore

it's a crying shame i'm all alone
not with you or her or anyone
won't you knock me out my head
crack it open let me out again

why bother?
it's gonna hurt me
it's gonna kill when you desert me
this happened to me twice before
it won't happen to me anymore

why bother? (cover)

1st Contribution to The Basement Tapes

Don't tempt me Don't tempt me
Don't tempt me Don't tempt me

You Lie every single day
The Truth will set you free 
I'm a locked up bird
why won't you see what you've done to me

You Drove Me off the edge now
I'm going full speed now
You Drove Me off the edge now
I'm not gonna make it out
You Drove Me off the edge now
You Drove Me off the edge now
You Drove Me off the edge now

Artwork by Foolz (me)

Don't Talk to Me

In The City

wrap my arm in scars

Used To You

OG song by @ace-uzumakii

Out on Streaming Platforms Next Week

Surgery (ace uzumakii cover)

It takes so long to try to understand
The ease in how to reach out
From this hardened shell of hidden pain

Things never change
Leave all your lies untold
I've heard enough

All my love was never felt the same
Have I been wrong to assume
That my dream can be

We remain the same
We remain the same
We remain the same (bury me)
We remain the same (let me go)

Noradrenaline

soon it will no longer feel real

Listen to MSG

Listen To MSG

an old Rudyard Kipling poem i put music to


lyrics:

When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,
Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier.
Front, front, front like a soldier . . .

When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,
Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch;
She's human as you are - you treat her as sich,
An' she'll fight for the young British soldier.
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier . . .

When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns o' the enemy wheel into line,
Shoot low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine,
For noise never startles the soldier.
Start-, start-, startles the soldier . . .

If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . .

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!

soon it will no longer feel real

My Cat