Gunck

The Way Things Have Been

i dreamed charlie brown was strutting his iconic dance moves to this one

Somewhere Colder

Dawn

shower song

pushin gain

employee of the month

Written, performed, recorded, mixed, and designed by Leighton Groves
Mastering by Greg Obis

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Lyrics:
Will you dream of me tonight
on your Berlin red-eye flight,

and will you love me
like you did in my dreams
or come around from my senses?

Empty like longnecks all laid bare,
before me sit and simply stare.
(I'll still long for you, I'll still adore you)
'Till I see you on the other side...

...and I'll dream of you again tonight.

When my world turns gray,
and you're far away,
I will love you just the same.

(I'll run to you)
(I'll run to you)
(I'll run to you)

Time will fly, grief to undo
One of these days and someone new
Fuel my mind with motives few
Read my face, I’ll run to you

(I'll run to you)

Ask me why and not a clue
Memories change with my point of view
The tears I’d cry if your word is true
Violet shades, I’ll run to you

(I'll run to you)

The cloudless sky will change it’s hue
The ground will shake and split in two
The rivers run dry and the oceans too
The sun decays, I’ll run to you

(I'll run to you)

So whisper die if you want me to
My vision will fade and my thoughts turn blue
Close my eyes and see me through
All will remain, I’ll run to you

I'll run to you.

Dream of Me

Dream Of Me

Learning in 3D

Lyrics:
What’s your case
What’s your ambition
What’s your cruel, unfiltered
honest opinion

That’s just tough love baby
When you want to die young
Starting to think you're getting better
When you're just getting more numb

Rain is falling to the ground
(To the ground)
Pouring but it makes no sound
(Not a sound)
Daydreaming days are done for now;
Spellbound

What’s your place
What’s your religion
What “everyones” do you love,
and under what condition

Sour towels
and cheap cigarettes
Will do sweet nothings
to regret

Floodgates break and sorrows drown
(Sorrows drown)
Branch in beak may come around
(Come around)
Daydreaming days aren’t done for now;
Spellbound

I’m never going back for Gunievere
She left me hanging out to dry
Try to wring out tears from these two jaded eyes
She left a lash where they used to cry

take some pills
live some thrills
maybe lay down in the hills
waste some money
spend some time
waiting for some peace of mind
drive to places
drive some more
past the border to the shore
cry some tears
spill some guts
speak a thought that’s one too much
write some words
seems absurd
wad it soak it watch it burn
sit and play
strum an A
inspiration gone away
stare at ceilings
lay in bed
pointless meanings to an end
burn a wick
melt the stick
say a verse and let it rip

I’m never going back for Gunievere
She left me hanging out to dry
Try to wring out tears from these two jaded eyes
She left a lash where they used to cry
(They used to cry)

Spellbound

Hey there baby, do you like what you see?
She’s got a feeling in her pocket
He can’t let her be
Down in the spotlight she’s running
Downtown he’s coming
For a pay per view
At The Bohemian
They’ll take the same ride
She’s not caught in the scene
But they both get off
in front of an LCD
They give and take
From one another
But soon she’ll discover
A hole in her chest where her heart would be

She don’t really like it
She’s the kind to fight it
He don’t seem to mind it
When he has to hide it
What’s the use in crying
When at the break of dawn you know they’ll do it all again

It’s the kind of shit that you could only see
When it’s written in a novel or on true crime TV
And everybody looks but nobody tries
As she sits in the corner, can do nothing but cry

A picture in his pocket
An idol in his hall
But he cries for nights
Anything to stall
Killing the love-light
No fight, she’s right
on the money
From his lovely
People heed the call
He kicks back, it’s all over the news
Her skin turns black while they pursue the view
Her cost of lust
Is cheap when unjust
They say it culminated
in coup de gras

He can’t bear knowing that she’s alive
But under covers his ideas run wild
Soon he’ll find another doll at the edge of the street

It’s the kind of shit that you could only see
When it’s written in a novel or on true crime TV
And everybody looks but nobody tries
As she sits in the corner, can do nothing but cry

True Crime

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