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🍰

Gawk by Vundabar

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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

AS LONG AS I MAY LIVE

Purple

Lyrics:

Looking over rooftops
Of an ancient Spanish town
Barrel tiles and chimney pots
I’m up here looking down

Pretty sights and city lights
Sunny days and endless nights 
Looking over rooftops
From my bedroom in the sky

This is where I loved you
Where you gave your love to me
Looking over rooftops and
Beyond them to the sea

Pretty sights and city lights
Sunny days and endless nights 
Looking over rooftops
From my bedroom in the sky

I wonder if you think of me, every now and then 
Those days and nights we spent together
All the way back when

Pretty sights and city lights
Sunny days and endless nights 
Looking over rooftops
From my bedroom in the sky


Rooftops

NUN IN A BROWN HABIT

You don’t have to tell me
what’s on your mind
from your faith, I gather
you are checking out

If you feel you sinned, don’t!
I will question that
there’s no shame in having
such a pious heart . . .

And so, you were
young, naïve, a virgin
and you offered all your being
like a maiden in a romance flick
And then he left . . .

One more time...

kneeling down and praying
you feel your time’s up
you fear that love is long gone
and you’re counting the days

You’ll be a nun
in a brown habit
flipping those rosemary beads

Shedding more tears
after night praying
is that the life
of your dreams?

From the vesper
to the lauds
you’ll be searching
for the light
and you’ll wonder
was that right
feelings never die

One more time...

kneeling down and praying
you feel your time’s up
you fear that love is long gone
and you’re counting the days



Nun in a Brown Habit - Remixed

“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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Nun in a Brown Habit - Remixed

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