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With buckets of melancholic charm and an unerring ear for a great tune, Autocamper are the perfect pop tonic to our Age of Anxiety. “What Do You Do All Day?” is their debut album and their wide-eyed reflections on unrequited romances, bedroom tiffs and hungover misdemeanors effortlessly retrofit the jangle pop sounds of the '80s without any trace of C86 revisionism.

Boisterous, lovable songs like “Again,” “Foxes” and "Proper" hearken back to the DIY roots of the early Flying Nun and Postcard label bands, groups who were as inspired by punk and post-punk as by 60s jangle and 70s AM radio pop. Fresh and utterly timeless -- not twee, not anorak, not lucky, just pop. It’s these truths that distinguish them from their peers, the hollow strains of Instagram Indie and the corporate pop that forces us to be joyful.


What Do You Do All Day?

Autocamper - Again

No Hard Feelings

Fine, Let's Get Married

Tramposa

I broke his hand

What else am I suppose to do
After all the shit that you’ve put us through
You’ve taken the water made it glue
Its true its true

I’m terrible for memories
But you’re the same
It doesn’t matter why
But you’re to blame
You’ve drank the Kool-aid and gone insane
you’re lame you’re lame

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth 
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

You think that you can see right thru 
Tthere’s nothing here
You’d resemble
Your definitions vague, accidental
So rude so rude

You can’t see the food
Left on your plate
You want to scramble
But it’s too late
The terror revealed
And it’s your fate
Yeah mate yeah mate

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand


i broke his hand

Baby Bird

moody

Helpless

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NYCBs

Você Nasceu Pra Ser Feliz - Hakuro

Dang

(Verse 1)
You slide in like static on the radio
Midnight perfume, dressed in vertigo
Eyes like crime scenes, lips a cigarette
I lit your fuse, but I’m the one who’s wrecked

(Pre-Chorus)
You said, “Love’s a game,” and I’m a bad sport
Always chasing hearts I can’t afford

(Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
You’re poison wrapped in silk and gin
I swear I saw heaven when you said my name
Now I’m coughing up stars in your hurricane
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Every kiss a crime, and I got convicted

(Verse 2)
We danced like secrets on the fire escape
Your laugh was louder than my big mistakes
I should’ve known from the start,
You play guitars like you play hearts

(Pre-Chorus)
Said “Don’t get close,” but pulled me in tight
I lost my head in your blacklight

(Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
You’re poison wrapped in silk and gin
I swear I saw heaven when you said my name
Now I’m coughing up stars in your hurricane
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Every kiss a crime, and I got convicted

(Bridge)
And now your ghost is in my speakers
Singing lies in perfect pitch
I tried to quit you cold,
But you're the needle and the itch

(Final Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
I’d light you up all over again
Even if it burns, I’ll take the flame
You're the bruise that feels like fame
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Love like yours should be restricted

Velvette cigarettes

@takenmusico
@emyeryeny


(mrn)

so preciso de um incentivo pra nois voltar a se falar
te esperei por uma semana mas sei q não vai voltar
tanto frio q faz la fora não vou conseguir aguentar 
to cansado da rotina eu não quero levantar
te mostrei uma guia minha tinha acabado de gravar 
ce falou q tinha gostado e não parava de escutar 
tenho vergonha do q eu faço eu tendo não acreditar
c falou q tava bom quem sou eu pra reclamar 
des de q vc se foi não consegui mais rimar
carente de umas vivências 
quando nois vai se tromba?
ta me devendo um cigarro 
mas ja parei fumar
meus sons eu vou apagar
enquanto c não voltar 
eu queria olhar o mar
navegar 
e viajar
ir pra tão distante onde não vão nos achar
essa monotonia não consigo suportar



(gatoto  sonhador)

monotonia
minha mae ta preocupada que eu fumo todo dia
e eu to me preocupando com oq vc nao faria
tenho cicatrizes, mas elas definem minha vida
eu to correndo pra saber qnd vc vai ser minha
eles dizem que eu sou novo, garoto nao faça isso
se nao é sobre vc nao se importe com meu vício
sempre preciso de um pra me lembrar q eu to vivo
uh, me sinto mais morto mas nao me sinto perdido
monotonia so me faz ser um fudido, uh
vc quer me ver mas juro eu nao preciso
e desde cedo eu to trilhando o meu caminho
eu lembro das noites que eu te vi sorrindo
eu to correndo e caindo eu nao consigo
monotonia so me faz ser um fudido eu insisto
sei que ce fala comigo mas ce nao é meu amigo
nao insista (eu nao sei)

monotonia (feat. garoto sonhador)

Nothing Matters

Quiet Glow

whirlpool

Girl Like Her

One Simple Trick

Baptism

Common Touch

Good Intentions

My Celebration Songs Do Not Make Sense

Golden Jubilee of the Sandwich

Lyrics: 

It's been awhile since we last spoke 
The man I knew is now a ghost 
Every one who knows your name 
Is afraid to play the game 
Knowing not what they have done 
They live life while on the run 
You can save all those poor souls 
But your heart has turned cold 

The only thing that worries me 
Is that I make it too easy 
For all of them to do me wrong
But they won’t get off for long 
I always get just what I want 
It don't matter how its done
I’ve paid my dues in days gone by 
I can do all that I like 
Live your life barely get by 
You will never be this high 

No more pain 
He's lost the game 
We turned our heads 
Forget the dead

No more pain 
He lost the game 
They had their way 
There's no one to save

It's been awhile since we last spoke 
The man I knew is now a ghost 
Everyone who knew your name 
Is ashamed to have played the game 
All the loss that you have seen 
Did you get all that you dream? 
You’ll pay your dues in days that come 
There aint no where left to run 

No more pain 
He's lost the game 
We turned our heads 
Forget the dead


No more pain 
He lost the game 
They had their way 
There's no one to save



Losing Game

Rada Rada