I was in the dark 
Slashed by a star 
Tell us where we are 
Because I am in the dark 

In the food court, by the hat store 
I could love you in such unremarkable ways 

But mall walker passes 
Our offer 
still should stand 

And the fat stored, due to food courts 
We could burn through at some unsurmountable pace 

As blistering boots will yield with use 
So socks will sop the brine 
And golden tooth thats lodged in roof 
Can not out do the growing kind 

Is that something that you often don? 
Or only don it off an on? 

As candid as a candidate can get and still get picked 
Thus, the angle tangled in the pitch

Mallwalker

holy crap!

KEANU - WEAPONIZED

Over The Moon

Mr. Tucker

black and mild blues

💸 THE PROFIT YOU MAKE — Indie Rock x Jangle Pop x Post-Punk 🎸✨

Ever tried explaining the stock market to someone who thinks “zero risk” is a thing? Yeah… this song is for them.

This jangly, guitar-driven banger dives headfirst into the chaotic casino called life — where your bank account isn’t safe, inflation eats your lunch, and every “hot tip” from your uncle ends in a crying emoji. 🥲

🎶 Expect:
🌊 Wavy jangle guitars that make you question your life choices
📉 Post-punk basslines plummeting like your crypto portfolio
🎤 Sarcastic vocals explaining why your “safe” fund isn’t that safe
💥 A chorus that hits harder than a market crash

Lyrics highlight:

“The profit you make… is the risk you take!”
(…and yes, Karen, that includes your ‘risk-free savings account.’)

Perfect for:
⚡ Late-night trading meltdowns
⚡ Existential crises over coffee
⚡ Pretending you understand ETFs at parties

🎧 Play it loud. Bet your emotions. Lose responsibly.

Lyrics:

You ask me where the money grows,
But listen close, ‘cause nobody knows…
Bank account’s “safe”? — well, maybe not,
Inflation’s hungry, eats the lot!

Shares and funds, they’re not the same,
One’s a single player, one’s a team game,
I try to explain but your eyes just shake —
“Zero risk, please!” … big mistake. 

Nothing’s free, no easy bet,
Even cash can drown in debt…
You want returns? You want to play?
Welcome to the game where risk’s the price you pay!

The profit you make… is the risk you take! 
Spin that wheel, it’s give or break!
The profit you make… is the risk you take! 
No free ride — there’s no escape!

A share’s like a rocket, fast and wild,
Can double in weeks or crash in style… 
A fund’s like a boat, safe and slow,
You’ll reach the island… but maybe so-so.

You say, “Oh no, I don’t understand,”
I draw little graphs, I take your hand —
“Here’s one company, here’s twenty inside,
One’s rollercoaster, one’s a safer ride!”

You: “I want zero risk.”
Me: “Hahahahaha… good luck!” 
No gold without the quake,
No gain without the stake!

The profit you make… is the risk you take! 
Play your cards, for heaven’s sake!
The profit you make… is the risk you take! 
Bigger dreams? Bigger heartbreak!

So choose your path, your moves, your stake,
Remember one thing for your own sake:
The profit you make…
…yeah, you guessed it —
Is the risk you take!

The Profit You Make (Indie Rock Version)

Shallow Boy!

Believe me when you hear me say: she really don't want it to be this way
She tried and tried to say the right things
but he never really seemed to ever give a shit
and eventually she told herself
that he's the one who really didn't her too well
she gave it all she had to give
and now she can barely find the will to live

Hey, don't keep to yourself
when your world is getting colder just remember what I told you
no, you'll never forget, but he never ever ever ever really even cared

All you did and said, thought that it would count for something,
but reason isn't on your side, but there will be another time

Proving to yourself by acting cold as well, just like him
but open up your heart and try; someone's(me) on the other side.

Up before the morning sun, doing all her make up then she gotta run
trying to hold in the tears, cause her very best friend left her early this year
insecure and over it, all she really wanna do is rest her head
someone's trying to help her out, but there's nothing he can say that will erase her doubt.

(Chorus)

Hey don't keep to yourself, when your world is getting colder just remember what I told you.
No, you'll never forget. But he never ever ever ever really even cared.
Now you won't trust anyone no matter what they say,
believe me when I tell you: I'll always be your friend
cause I know you'd never try to or give me the time of day

Best Friends

Produced by Adam Pardey
Mixed by Hugo Meredith-Hardy

Lick your lips, you can taste
All the wasted embraces coming back but wait
There's a flavour I'd forgotten

There's a twist
All the sycophantic little shits
Getting dizzy dancing round a pit in a misty cemetery

Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day
Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day

Have a seat
Kettle's on
Put your feet up
Take a gun
And I'll be back to clean you up with a sunny disposition

Take offense at the notion of a truth that you can't spin into something that can prove all your predetermined fictions

Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day
Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day
Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say

Keep your stories short and your silence loud
So they don't find out
That you don't have a clue

Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day
Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day

Lick Your Lips

Recorded at The Nave, Leeds
Produced by Alex Greaves
Written & Performed by bdrmm

heaven

The new album 'Red Herring' is out May 1st, 2020
Preorder/presave the new album 'Red Herring' - https://hala.ffm.to/redherring

"Emotional R&B"
Written by: Ian Ruhala 
Produced by: Ryan Hadlock at Bear Creek Studio
Additional Production by: Ian Ruhala

Lyrics
You ask for a kiss
While acting so cruel
We’re swimming in bed
Just like it’s a pool
Strangers not strange
Until you know them
The only good reason for you to stay the night
Is to confuse him
But, I ain’t complaining
Emotional R&B’s got me singing
All of these words to you
You plead a case of “willingful blindness”
Dear god is below, our faith is behind this
Strangers so strange
When you notice
The only good reason for you to put him out
Is to condone this
But I ain’t complaining
Emotional R&B’s got me singing
All of these words to you

Best Friends

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