Lyrics🌟🍰
Don't you notice how
I get quiet when there's no one else around?
Me and you and awkward silence
Don't you dare look at me that way
I don't need reminders of how you don't feel the same
Oh, the burning pain
Listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate
"She's so perfect, " blah, blah, blah
Oh, how I wish you'll wake up one day
Run to me, confess your love, at least just let me say
That when I talk to you oh, Cupid walks right through
And shoots an arrow through my heart
And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too?
Confess I loved you from the start
What's a girl to do?
Lying on my bed, staring into the bluе
Unrequited, terrifying
Lovе is driving me a bit insane
Have to get this off my chest
I'm telling you today
That when I talk to you, oh, Cupid walks right through
And shoots an arrow through my heart
And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too?
Confess I loved you from the start
Confess I loved you
Just thinking of you
I know I've loved you from the start

🍰𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 | 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲★ | 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩🍰

I am I am…..me

Do You Still See Me?

Gawk by Vundabar

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Original song by Caveh Zahedi
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Gqv2RPAeF4

Dead Girl

I Feel Bad For Your Therapist

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Alternative

the photo detective (tonight i feel fine)

You left your hoodie in my Civic again
Still smells like chlorine and unsaid things
I watched the moths attack my porch light
And thought, yeah, that’s probably love

Your voicemail's just a sigh and two seconds of wind
I saved it anyway

I built a shrine from Busch Light cans and dead cassette tape
Tuned my heart to open D and watched it snap
You always said I cared like a forgotten state
So I drew your name in dust on the welcome mat

There’s an opossum in the gutter again
He’s got your stare and my old shoes
I tried to name him something tragic
But he just hissed and chewed through the past

Every love song sounds like dial-up now
Just waiting for it to connect

I built a drum from all our shared anxieties
Kicked it gently ‘til my ankle cracked
You told me once that grief’s a Midwestern breeze
Soft, humid, and impossible to track

I carved our breakup date into a pizza box
Then used it as a sled on your old hill
Your dad saw me, said, “she’s not coming back, bud”
I just nodded and slid straight into the creek

All my flannel shirts are starting to molt
I guess I am too

I wrote our names in ketchup on a paper plate
Left it out for raccoons and abstract fate
You were always better at abstract things
Like feelings, and taxes, and how not to wait

And if I call you from the Kwik Trip payphone
Don’t pick up — just let it ring
I’ll leave a whisper in the static
Something small. Something Midwest. Something with wings.

The corn is listening, anyway
And so’s your cat, probably

I stacked old zines like bricks around my grief
Lit 'em up with a Bic and some unsent tweets
You always knew how to say things sweet and bleak
I just mumble in 3/4 time and leave


We Only Cuddle During Tornado Warnings

A tribute to my granma, who was my hero in life and after her passing. All granmas are special to their grandkids.

GRAMMA WAS MY HERO    By: John W Selleck and Michael Silvers

2020 YEAR OF PERFECT VISION

As seen through our windows
Spring is flourishing
The world is brightly shining
Under its clear skies

We wonder if we are going
To enjoy it again

From London to Rio
De Janeiro
Most cities go quiet
Hide behind a mask

The empty streets are a sign
We’re as fragile as glass

Yet the Earth spins
Gracefully going
Round, round, and round the Sun

(While we all hunker down
Realizing what we had before)

The human race is feeling lost
Hoping to get another chance
To simply go to another dance

Or freely go walking
With friends to the park

And wouldn’t that 
Just be fine?

The future awaits us
After our penance
The world is no longer ours
We are just its tenants

The year of perfect vision
Has brought a new mission

Yet the Earth spins
Gracefully going
Round, round, and round the Sun

The human race is feeling lost
Hoping to get another chance
To simply go to another dance

Or freely go walking
With friends to the park

And wouldn’t that 
Just be fine?

The world is amazing
Simply amazing
The world is amazing
Truly amazing’
The world is amazing
Simply amazing
The world is amazing
Truly amazing


2020 Year of Perfect Vision

“What’s On The TV” taken from Blackaby’s debut EP, out on Hand In Hive / Sad Club Records 24th July. Stream + download: https://orcd.co/whats-on-the-tv

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2020 Year of Perfect Vision

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