Just talk to me
I wanna be
Apart of you
I'm done with you
I'm pouring out
My heart and it's like
It's nothing back
I wanna have a
A talk and hear
Your pretty laugh
A hounded miles
Is on the dash
Im dangerous
Im anxious
I wanna be famous

With you
You

Mmm
Oooo

︻╦̵̵͇̿̿̿̿╤──

︻╦̵̵͇̿̿̿̿╤── gun song

Obedient by bladee & ecco2k but its midwest emo

Lyrics
Verse 1

When I die, wrap my body in lace,
Diamond in the dirt and glitter on my face.
Basement tattoos on my skin,
I keep my chaos buried within.

Cigarette burns keep me alive 
Like a dog who refuses to abide 
.45 locked and loaded in my purse
Play with my heart , you’ll leave in a hearse 

Chorus
Backwoods Barbie, heart full of scars,
Cigarette smoke and wishing on stars.
One chance out baby fire walk with me
Cherry red lips talking bout a prophecy 
I always knew my fate would be tragic
Stab me in the back and wrap me in plastic

Verse 2
Got a rusty old Chevy, she rides like a crown,
Engine growlin’ as we tear through town.
Nails painted black, a blade in my clutch,
You can look, but baby, don’t touch.

Barbed wire halo baby I’m an angel
Don’t cross me it could be fatal 
Smoking cigarettes in a wedding gown
A city girl dream cursed to a small town 

Chorus
Backwoods Barbie, heart full of scars,
Cigarette smoke and wishing on stars.
One chance out baby fire walk with me
Cherry red lips talking bout a prophecy 
I always knew my fate would be tragic
Stab me in the back and wrap me in plastic

Backwoods Barbie (prod. mauler)

prod n vocals me
MV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8A4vHFIdQU

i wasnt trynna cause no problems
i said
i wasnt trynna cause no problems
uh uh
really damn broke when im stepping out in london
baby im on tour and thats why im not responding
i wasnt trynna cause no problems

its bad now
im struggling to eat
and i havent really slept well in weeks
i feel the dirt upon my sheets that i lay on
when i cry its real pain, mom

(i feel the dirt upon my sheets)
(i feel the dirt upon my sheets)
(when i cry its real pain, mom)
(when i cry its real pain, mom)
theres something missing
theres something missing
theres something missing 
theres something

nowadays nothing really looks appealing
down real bad i cant even touch the ceiling
i no longer know what i believe in
lost my passion lost my reason
i wasnt trynna cause no problems
reached for the top ended up at the bottom
its a reminder im still falling
its something really bad and its coming back like autum

real ass bloke when im stepping out in london
baby im on tour and thats why im not responding
my bodys going numb and im freezing when its hot in
i couldnt even tell you bout this all you gotta know
its bad
im struggling to eat
and i havent really slept well in weeks
i feel the dirt upon my sheets that i lay on
when i cry its real pain mom

(i feel the dirt upon my sheets)
(i feel the dirt upon my sheets)
(when i cry its real pain, mom)
(when i cry its real pain, mom)
really damn broke when im stepping out in london
baby im on tour and thats why im not responding
i wasnt trynna cause no problems
theres something missing 
theres something

I think we ought to start our life old
And we have all the pain, and we're feeble
And we look at our friends, and they're feeble too, they're 100
But every day we get younger, and we have something to look forward to
No need to kill yourself you know, there's hope
And then when you reach 20, 19, 12, 10
Every day is really a new day
And it's really a miracle
And then you're a baby, and you don't even know your life is ending
You just suck on your mother's tit and then you die

exclusion from nerd-tactics: a standalone saga

A hush-true love song where devotion is proved by small acts: rinsing plates, mending seams, keeping a door unlatched for the one you love. “You are the quiet I keep” is the mantra—plain words with a steady heartbeat. Acoustic spine, felt piano echoes, strings bloom only at the end. Built for vows, reconciliations, first dances, and long drives after hard days. Minimal polish, human breath left in. If this finds you on a morning that feels fragile, let it stay near.

Quiet I Keep

The Autumn Confessions is a stripped, intimate journey through the soul of The House of Christian Eusterqnute — a gathering of songs once layered in cinematic sound, now reborn in raw honesty.
Recorded unplugged with acoustic guitars, upright piano, and subtle organic textures, this album captures the essence of imperfection, breath, and truth.
Each performance reveals the human beneath the production — the quiet confessions that echo when the lights dim and the microphones stay close.
From heartbreak to healing, from silence to surrender, The Autumn Confessions is not about perfection — it’s about presence.
These are alternative, unplugged versions of songs from across The Easter Knot Records universe — The Easter Knot, Österknut, Christian Eusterqnute, and more — united by one season, one voice, one light fading into gold.

What is Love (Unplugged)

@nolovemutt

if ur reading this I probably truly love you.

on my front door (ft. nolovemutt)

waitt2R̶s̶ (prod ripsquad @cclusi)

citg0 lcb remix

some chords n stuff  i playd on both my guitars tht sounded pretty over this 

listen https://northernelectronics.bandcamp.com/track/hi-fever

ecco2k - hi fever ✮⭒guitar edit⭒✮

these bitches love itami

prodbyisidor / Vincent Isidor
Stockholm, Sweden
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www.youtube.com/@VincentIsidor
https://www.instagram.com/vincentisid0r/
contact: vincentisidor116@gmail.com

Obedient by bladee & ecco2k but its midwest emo

Vincent Isidor

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