deer

Into the feilds, 
We run as winter turns to spring time
It's all mine.
Like Sunday is my day to shine.

We've made our deals.
With whoever dealt our lots out. 
I-won't-shout.
If you don't touch mine.

It's just my little pile.
I don't care about your in-style.
In a short while.
We'll all just fade away, one day.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Living for the vanity.
Soon you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

Stare into the sun.
Have a debate upon the currents.
And wheth-er-they.
Belong in our buns.

Into the hills.
The crocuses are growing rotten.
In the bottoms.
I've forgotten more springs than you've seen.
(In your dreams)

All of our opposing wills.
Won't ever stop the sun from shining.
It's ti-ming-out.
The days, of our lives.

Oh, it's all insanity.
Is this for the vanity.
You'll have to find your way home.
The money you had stowed away.
You saving for a rainy day?
Let's just let the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

A new guy on the scene.
And he's packing in the dreams which floated away.
Win-ter-days.
We all hide away.

To the feilds, 
At the lightest hint of spring time
Still it's all mine.
It's my day to shine. 
All mine.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Live for the vanity.
Soon you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.
Home.

Springtime [Pretty Green Mix]

mathew lee cothran - better off alone

living in the suburbs is such a drag, my parents give me money to fill plastic bags / some day i'll live large,get a brand new car, and drive to chicago where my life will start / oh i'm so cliché, the city and my suburb are the fucking same / i'll move to logan square, shop at wicker park, american apparel and latte art / staying inside after it gets dark, i love the city just not the poor parts, my alternative lifestyle's a fucking farce / mommy think's i'm crazy 'cause i dyed all my hair (???) patches of (???) on the clothes that i wear / some (???) tried to steal my backpack, the six corners is the only place that i don't get laughed at / "so you work for a company that tells other people about a service that a coffee company offers for a website? oh you go to a club in boystown where they play retro new wave music? what's that like?" / who fucking cares about the brand of circular sunglasses you wear / your slick beard or your fixed gear bike or whatever other shit that encompasses your life / i happen to think you're boring and trite, so you say they're the same does that make me half right/ i'm still better off than you you delusional asswipe / people like you just make me sick your city is the suburb your poor is for the rich / when you abandon your apartment and move back with your mom i hope it all burns so your neighborhood is gone

November Cassingle

Wicker Park-D.L.I.M.C. - November Cassingle

oh yeah mommy dear is here ;)

written and performed by Kits in Kahoots 
recorded to tape by Henry Munson 
mixed and edited by Ilan Natter 
mastered by Austin Zaff 

album art by Max Beirne-Shafer 

Kits in Kahoots is:
Henry Munson - Guitar 
Ilan Natter - Drums 
Max Beirne-Shafer - Bass 
Shannon Hanna - Vox

https://kitsinkahoots.bandcamp.com/track/mommy
https://www.instagram.com/kitsinkahoots/
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MOMMY

Judah - Guitar
Drew - drums
Kev - Bass, Vocals

matrix demo

phantasy star online

all in one go babey B-)

whipit!(ft. dead1980, moist boy, and smex ;) )

boyish (japanese breakfast)

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All Out Of Love

P.H.F. + AUTOCELL 
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https://autocell.bandcamp.com/

boyish (japanese breakfast)

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