I quit everything today
Old moldy yogurt and exercise bands
In the basement where I know that I can do anything

Follow the signs, I’ve been losing my mind
And these ears are too damaged to hear
I’m wasting your time while you’re waiting in line;
I think you should get out of here

Fairy lights round the window
Tinsel and tassels
I’m warm and I’m sinful

I will hurt you if you try
Give it another

Watch as I calcify
Think I’ll take medicine for the rest of my life
Cut the opening day ribbon and
 
Give me a sign, I’ve been losing my mind
You’re not in a condition to hear
Save me some time, I’ve been waiting in line
But I gotta get right out of here

I quit everything today
I can do anything
I quit everything today
I can do anything
I quit everything today (glue on the carpet)
I can do anything (door off its hinges)
I quit everything today
I can do anything

I am in so much pain
If I take my life find my songs on my hard drive and put them online
Not cause I feel like I need to be heard
But along the same lines, just hope packing my little ideas up pays off in some way
Clearly I’d trade the process for product any day

Any day now

I Quit Everything

this is the first single from my new record.
pictured is my best friend who recently passed, his name is boudreaux but we usually called him bubba. i want you to know who he was because he deserves more than i could ever have given him.

mastered by @alexanderpanos

It's killing me this time.
The only thing ive ever known
Is how I can crack like a stone
And I want that to change
It's hard to accomplish - I lose track of time
I was killing this indigenous feeling
I never knew how to react

Atarax,
Copy that
Close enough
I catch a laugh
Call me a slab
Poured to crack
The pack
Hydrogen atoms
Will stack on my back
Untill I snap

You were an acrobat
I was a stumbler
Tumbling caught
In the turbulent air

I could not ask him
Because I have already
Burned up the grace
That was given to me

I was a copycat
You were a soldier
I know what you meant-
I could hardly see

GO! GO! GO!

You were an acrobat
I was a stumbler
Tumbling caught
In the turbulent air

I could not ask him
Because I have already
Burned up the grace
That was given to me

You were an acrobat
I was a stumbler
Tumbling caught
In the turbulent air

I could not ask him
Because I have already
Burned up the grace
That was given to me

I was a copycat
You were a soldier
I know what you meant-
I could hardly see

click

stumbler

This is the second to last single before the record releases this year.
Not gonna lie, these last two singles have been a really emotional experience.
I wish I could properly fucking begin to thank you for listening to what I have to say. 

miss you bubba. love you bubba.
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You've got a hold I cant explain
you would make me writhe in pain
you watched me as I grabbed the brakes
and you made me hesitate

I falter but I own my faults
Though I can't control my thoughts
If you tell me im a piece of shit
Ill believe it

You complicated a simple stance
Could you give me one more chance?
You blew me off, said à tout à l'heure
Could you give me one more chance?
Could you give me one more chance?
Could you give me one more chance?

You know id kill to be your man
but you counter half my plans
I try to make you change your mind
Youre a loveable landmine

I know I should have self respect
But I cant put down the phone
You would throw me like an apple core
You dont like me

You complicated a simple stance
Could you give me one more chance?
You blew me off, said à tout à l'heure
Could you give me one more chance?
Could you give me one more chance?
Could you give me one more chance?

music video

marlboro red

Back of the car, stacked like coke in the cab.
I wasn’t sure but the window was cracked.
Company car, cross the first then the last.
Brought them along, faked a long final pass 

Bright yellow squares that appeared in the sky,
Radio says I should keep it inside.
conquered the slant covered mountainous hold,
Stuck out my hand - only now it was cold.

Glue on the page, stuck to me like a plague
Find myself stuck like the bird in the cage

You are the landslide that crumbles the house
You have me caught like a cat has a mouse

The grass was surrounded and turned into black.
Missouri was swollen and swallowed the tracks.
Moss gripped the back what was cobbled and red.
I bolted back just to level the tab. 

I was outside when the drops hit the path
Eliciting reasons to stay where i’m at.
Caught in the draft, it had blotted the sun.
I saw the wall, I could tell I was done.

Glue on the page, stuck to me like a plague
Find myself stuck like the bird in the cage

You are the landslide that crumbles the house
You have me caught like a cat has a mouse

I could not move - I could hardly breathe
I cannot beg - taking amphetamines
Know what it meant, I have found the extreme
Somebody said you mean nothing to me

lookout point

with my big eyes, open head
wondering where ive been
simmering, shimmering
look into my reflection
dots the pools, ripples, rippling
thru the blues, muddy shoes
mossy ground, running on loop

somethings calling out, wants my name
tug and pull, line of shame
i let those strings carry me, wild game
but dont notice it, fading in, letting it
till im caught in her web
stick and silk warm my bed

this deep warm bed
open ended
built on avoidance
i sink in it

deep warm bed

a song for two very special friends and their special relationship - happy birthday sarah (:

inspired by the ups and downs of canoe trips during my time as a boy scout, the music of kathleen edwards (voyageur)/death cab for cutie, and the turmoil that comes with someone that feels like they were born to write songs

made in collaboration with soundcloud.com/9nasu

mastered by soundcloud.com/liquidaden

thank you to soundcloud.com/charlie-zacks for letting me use his space to record most of this

posting this from Chicago Midway International Airport… feeling very grateful for soundcloud and the beautiful communities it connects so I’m impulsively posting something I started and finished last week

LYRICS:

VERSE 1:
Give me a pen
Give me a shrug
Give me anything but your love
Or you and I will be stuck, gushing forever

If all you aspire
Goes up in a fire
The hydrants out of water
You and I can be stuck, nothing together

CHORUS 1:
All doubts withdrawn, we’re playing it long, we’re gonna follow things through

And if it ever gets hard, the hurt in your heart, oh I’ll heal for you

I’ll heal for you

VERSE 2:
Cut the ivy
We’re trying to find
A dry place to put our tent tonight
Begging, “could you please spare some sunlight?”

We’ll cross the water
In our canoe
And sprint to shore as rain pours down on two
We’ll make a home right here under the spruce

CHORUS 2:
Our maps redrawn, we’re planning for dawn, we’re gonna follow this route

And if the flint doesn’t spark, ember in your heart, oh I’ll blow on it for you

I’ll glow for you

REFRAIN:
(Wick alight forever)
(Wick alight forever)

Wick Alight Forever

@viznode @viznode @viznode
@whyawe @whyawe @whyawe

This amazing music is originally from dobi & oyeme, who we really love. Please give them a love
https://soundcloud.com/dobimusic/peacetreaty
https://soundcloud.com/dobimusic
https://soundcloud.com/oyeme-thomas

cover art by @j896

this remix was made in 10 hours. I really love this song and decided to make remix this morning, I was live streaming on discord then Viznode came and made that amazing piano based soundcollage in the middle of the song. awe also did some super amazing stuff on the outro which he always does on his tracks. really happy to have made this remix together thank uuuu :)

peace treaty w/ Viznode & awe

i got up
it was cold
i left the window open

beeping so
truck horn shriek
skidding tire track road

lighter up, flick
finger burnt tips
trembling lips
kissing my wrists

and it hasnt snowed yet
think id regret
seeing my breath

tire track road

un nouveau chill, avec toujours la voix et le piano feutre ( bien mieux au casque ou écouteurs, volume assez élevé car la masterisation est douce)

le retour des oiseaux après l'orage

home

Gibson ES-175 (1952):  Dan Yechout
Gibson ES-175 (1970):  Grant Safranek
Vocals:  Dan Yechout
Written By:  Dan Yechout

deep warm bed

Oyeme

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