Lyrics: 
My dog just ran away and Im feeling pretty bad
I've been sneaking out at night and my parents are real mad
I've been taking lots of drugs cause they teach me not to care
Yeah I guess that's how you cheat because life doesn't play fair

My brother told me that he's gonna kill himself tonight
With a whole bottle of Prozac
Or a shiny kitchen knife
He said that when he's dead I'll have his Nintendo 64
And I can play it all I want it sitting
On the basement floor

My girlfriend told me that she doesn't love me anymore
And I wish I didn't care but I thought she was really cool
So I drank a ton of liquor then I threw up in her sink
She said next time use the toilet then she offered me a drink

Nintendo 64 (Alex G Cover)

tuxedocat (6/23 Rehearsal)

give me a reason
to keep on breathing
coulda had it my way
but my way's shot

i drank from the chalice
gave my life to malice
i was the only cynic
in your ancient arms

i houdini'd my love
my hedonic mileage
gave me a face
with a forgotten name

we can't go back
to the promised land
but we'll be redeemed
in the golden light

i had a dream
we were 16
every single thing burnt with meaning

this dead end decay
ruins of a highway
some summer
i knew someone well

bone tired crashes
operatic ashes
past forsaken towns
out  on the hunger fields

godspeed to no one
they're cryogenically frozen
with weapons lurking
out in plain sight

they threw us in rivers
in chains of silver
left us for dead
under the blood moon night

i had a dream 
we were 16
every single thing burnt with meaning

Weapons Lurking

Del Mar

BBY Love(Love BBY)

Truck shit you either know or you don't

I don't park in no lines
I drive on curbs
Ignore speed signs 
Thru the suburbs
But it's all good
Its just truck shit 
Some feeble minds 
Can't understand it

My truck is old
Gets 10 in town 
Messed up exhaust
Is making sounds
The tach don't read
And the paints messed up 
Transmission leaks
But I love my truck 

I'm on truck shit

Need to find out
How many chicks 
My crew cab
Can fit inside it 
It's so reliable 
Pretty fast 
Always gets me
To the bar and back

I believe in fate 
I believe in luck
I thank the Lord
For granting me a truck
When everyone tells you to car
You know you have to truck
You know its time to truck

I'm on my truck shit

Just beyond the threshold of life 
I see your icon dancing in the night
4 wheels 4 high 4 lo
Then you shift it into drive 
We haul ass we burn gas
We'll see how long the freedom fuckin lasts 
New paint on old truck
Oil pan is full of leaked luck 
I don't know if this is it
But I'm about to do some truck shit

Truck Shit

Biography

In a world full of lies and deception, it’s important to live within the truth when it comes to what we tell ourselves. That’s what Poet Lies, the debut album by San Diego’s moondaddy, is all about.

Multi-instrumentalist and driving force behind the project Cara Potiker wrote the record as a means of grappling with difficulties she’s lived with for most of her life. An escapist at heart, Potiker’s manner of getting away during the early days of the pandemic, when no one could go anywhere, meant diving deep into songwriting as a coping mechanism. Yet in that process of solitude and introspection, Potiker discovered a few aspects of herself that she no longer wanted to keep buried, and it all unfolds within the notes of the tracks. The eleven songs that make up Poet Lies all comment on establishing a balance between working to resolve that which ails and being proud of the person those ailments helped shape—an interesting dichotomy that manifests itself in many ways.

When it comes to the structure and thematic approach on the new record, Potiker fervidly disperses and weaves different subjects throughout. Titles like “Odd Time,” “Angel,” and “Alone Again” may hint at a certain way they’re leaning, but they each manage to be broad in their personal specificity to instances in Potiker’s life and self. She likens the experience of writing and recording the album to that of an exorcism; it’s a release of the vice grip that love, addiction, obsessive tendencies, and self doubt have had on her which allows her to examine how those things have influenced how she has felt about herself while maneuvering through life.

Poet Lies is a reverb soaked, shimmering fever dream of a record that sonically pulls from influences ranging from 1970’s glam rock to 90’s shoegaze and trip hop. Featuring contributions from talented local musicians from Juarez, Mexico and El Paso, Texas, it was recorded at Sonic Ranch in Tornillo, Texas by Manuel Calderon - aka El Cosmophonico - known for his production work on records by Animal Collective and Beach House, as well as his own band, Estereomance.

Poet Lies

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03 Tug Of War

Wrappin’ my car around a tree
And I’ve got no plans to stop
Nothing to do and nowhere to be
Every season its a flop

Wrappin’ my car around a tree
I don’t wanna see a thing
Waiting alone till the day I die
All I’ve had is stupid flings

You get by just fine and say
you cant wait for next year
Out of sync and feeling foggy
Let me drink in melancholy

Wrappin’ my car around a tree
Have a crappy holiday
Nothing in stores priced fairly
But we all still have to pay

You get by just fine and say
You cant wait for next year
Out of sync and feelin foggy
Let me drink in melancholy

Wrappin’ my car around a tree
Have a crappy holiday
Nothing at all seems fair to me
But we all still have to pay

Wrappin' My Car Around A Tree

Song by Derek. Production Svengali: Darragh Murphy. Additional ears provided by Trevor Francis and Ray Gamortez.

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your just like us

Only Friend

Personnel: Derek, Sean, Ray, Ro, Gar, Ravenholm, Eimear, Johnners. All songs by Derek, except for about 6 bangers co-written with Ray and Sean.

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My Name Is Derek