Name: Hey (Plastic Days) by Petrika
Duration: 3 min 25 s
Description: A little song about the plastic and pointless nature of our lives.

i love this! it gives some Weezer vibes which I really like.

Sinai
So now the day is done,
The booze is gone,
Your friends are asleep,
You’re all alone.

So you go back home,
Running on,
Vacant cans,
Empty skeleton.
Pre-Chorus:
Ah, so you thought… a perfect prescription.
Ah, so you thought… a perfect, rendition.
Chorus:
It taste like fire that doesn’t burn,
That flows like lava down your spine.
You’ve learnt how to dance and you’ve learnt how to roll.
It tastes like fire. 
(x2)

So now the smoke is done,
The rush not found.
Dying blunts,
You’re afraid.
So you go back home,
Running on
Empty cans,
Vacant skeleton.
Pre-Chorus:
Ah, so you thought… a perfect prescription.
Ah, so you thought… a perfect, rendition.
Chorus:
It taste like fire that doesn’t burn,
That flows like lava down your spine.
You’ve learnt how to dance and you’ve learnt how to roll.
It tastes like fire. 
(x2)

Musicians
Vocals & Rhythm Guitars- Saibore Bundi
Drums- Muiruri_Pi
Bass- Gaita Murimi
Lead- Kiogora Muthuri
Recording & Mix - Muiruri_Pi

Album Art- Ndwiga Murimi

Lick Your Wounds

Sinai

Lyrics
For age, and for fear
All that is lost to the wind
All we built is left to fall
Who are we to disagree?

The sadness of decay, it’s been alright
Up to this day
But all that has been undone
With the set in of decay

Answers have been unveiled,
Now empty souls left to fill
Into novelty misunderstood
To redefine what is real

The calm has turned to dust
Now we try to hold to past
All that has been undone
With the set in of decay

We have come to the very end,
Choices with no return
At the edge of everything
Here rule or be ruled

Track Credits:
Vocals & Rhythm Guitars- Saibore Bundi
Drums- Muiruri_Pi
Bass- Gaita Murimi
Lead- Kiogora Muthuri
Recording & Mix - Muiruri_Pi

Album Art- Ndwiga Murimi

Sunset Decay

Motel Moon, perhaps borrowing from Hotel California, speaks of a fictional refuge we seek from the weight of existence. 
Lyrics
Settle down
Take another cup
There is so much that is left to learn
So much that you have to hide,
For there is nothing left to take

Welcome to the moon
You are nowhere near the sun
Welcome to the moon,
This is where the story begins

Settle down
Get another cup,
Down it to the last drop
Here there crowd comes to hide
For there is nothing left to take

Chorus

Make that your last mistake
Take another break
Forget the sun this is where you ought to be
Excuse yourself
Track Credits:
Vocals & Rhythm Guitars- Saibore Bundi
Drums- Muiruri_Pi
Bass- Gaita Murimi
Lead- Kiogora Muthuri
Recording & Mix - Muiruri_Pi

Visuals by Ndwiga Murimi.

Motel Moon

This song is an ode to the dream of escaping the shackles of existence and more specifically capitalism.

I should go now, far across this fallen world
To the green fields, far behold
Seize the bull by the horns

And today I’ll lay awake
In these fields, no wind blows
I’ll bask in the sun on grass, and listen to the free birds

I shall dine of meat made of bull
And drink of wine made of grapes
In these islands where no human wanders
I shall dine of meat made of bull
And drink of wine made of grapes
In these islands where no human wanders

Lest I do not return
And walk forever
This I will make a song, to remember

As I journey past green grass,
And brown dust
Forever into realms surreal
Magical behold

I shall dine of meat made of bull
And drink of wine made of grapes
In these islands where no human wanders
I shall dine of meat made of bull
And drink of wine made of grapes
In these islands where no human wanders


Track Credits
Vocals & Rhythm Guitars- Saibore Bundi
Drums- Muiruri_Pi
Bass- Gaita Murimi
Lead- Kiogora Muthuri
Recording & Mix - Muiruri_Pi

Visuals by Ndwiga Murimi.

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