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SPELUNKING

Help (prod. Jofis)

Bahia

Lyrics:

It's not so easy to make me lonely
It's not so easy to make me cry
Take your tricks and games and throw them out the window for now
I've got irons in the fire - put you on the back burner

You looked so fragile, looked so pale
Sweat on your brow, your hair a charming mess
Your eyes were kind but dazed

Clouded judgement inspires affection, inspires respect, inspires trust
Your eyes were dazed
This time I'll keep my sense, I'll keep my pride, I'll keep my distance
But you looked so fragile, looked so pale 

(Backing vocal, freely quoting "Blue/Violet Light": No turning back, your reflection fair
Your shadow music, vibrating in dull light
My vision blurry, your image blurry
Caught in a Timelapse in dull light)

It's not so easy to make me lonely
It's not so easy to make me cry
Take your tricks and games and throw them out the window for now
I've got irons in the fire - put you on the back burner

Easy (original version)

MOMS ON THE PHONE (2022)

Anthem for the #MudBoggers Mudders #TruckBoys #TruckGirls #MudItOut #BigTrucks #Trucks

TRUCK BOYS

MUD IT OUT

You'll never make a seamstress out of me.
Your clothes will have to suffer down the years.
I don't come free.
See, it's ragged on the borderline.
You never said what's yours is mine.
You will not make a seamstress out of me.

If I chose to go hunting, I'd succeed.
And bring home some wild animal, that's mostly made of meat.
Of course, there's always tooth and claw,
and I've never killed a thing before.
But if I chose to be hunting, I'd succeed.

If I were a spaceman, would you be waiting when I land?
And if I sailed off to some war, what's a ribbon for?

The fireside is warm and idly,
I watch you as you sit there and sing into fires deep.
A singer you will always be.
Your song to sing, a minor key.
A constant ever-changing melody. 

If I chose to go fishing, I'd succeed.
Although I know almost nothing about the dark ways of the sea.
I'm sure that I'd bring back a fish.
A fish for you to make your dish.
If I chose to go fishing, I'd succeed.

If I were a spaceman, would you be waiting when I land?
and I was due to hang, would you make a stand?

If I was a spaceman, there'd be a ticker tape parade,
but if it goes the other way, I hope you stay.



Easy (original version)

Reminiscence (Laura)