Wave

yes bitch

this is a song that I wrote in an attempt to sound like one of those melancholy folk songs that plays at the end of a teen drama from the 90s or something.

Medicine

WIFIOUT

TRAFF1C

Biloxi, 1969

"Gimme a Break" written by Ainsley Donegan 

Ainsley Donegan: lead vocal, bass; Isabella Pellicane: drums; Silas Hutton: elec. guitars and lead elec.; Sawyer Clark: acou. guitars; Glancy Piper-Osborne: keys

Produced by Abbott Pruitt
Engineered and Mixed by Oliver Self

Gimme a Break

"All We Have Left" written by Daisy Tingley

Daisy Tingley: lead and harm. vocals, acou. nylon guitar; Silas Hutton: upright bass; Oliver Self: melody elec. guitar, drums and perc.; Peyton Ekezie: keys; Rylan Kent: lead elec. guitar

Produced by Oliver Self
Engineered by Abbott Pruitt and Oliver Self
Mixed by Oliver Self

All We Have Left

And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to attempt to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us), which we do not suspect. And as for that object, it depends on chance whether we come upon it or not before we ourselves must die.

Un Passante

“shut your stupid, dayglo mouths before i stick you on the front of my bike, and go night riding.”

Wave

Olive Ahlstrom