This song made our playlist, “Living in the Ruins” .. named after a story Lingua told at her NY show about a man who lived out the remainder of his life in the ruins of his burned down home. Check it out <3

rexism

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MAN IS LIKE A SPRING FLOWER

When you’re dead and buried with a smile painted on your face
Your eulogy like poetry, flowers overwhelming the wake
Where I’m sure as in your life there will be beautiful women there in your death
Crying out they swear they will love you until their very own last dying breath

‘Cause you just have this way of charming those
Who catch your eye like shiny things
With a face made for daytime TV shows
You’re a nightmare disguised as a good dream

When she wants a garden, you give her a rose
Just the taste of something you could give her but you won’t
When she wants a garden, you give her a rose
And you know it

But you just have your ways, what with all of those
Grotesque displays of love you show
Ripped from pages of books, every word which you know
And recite back to them as if they were your own

I feel sorry for them, because how could they know?
’Til they’ve died by your hands, ’til they’ve felt the cold
Cut of your sharp tongue with your delusions of grandeur
yea you give nothing and think it too much

And when she wants a garden, you give her a rose
And I’ll bet you have to hide your grin as you watch it die in her arms
When she wants a garden, you give her a rose

When you’ve dearly departed
There will be all those broken hearted
But I’ll have a smile painted on my face
There’s a spot in the grass waiting for you at Whispering Glades
And Hollywood suits you, darling, I think you should stay

Whispering Glades

Light bleeds in through the curtain lace
Sleep on the couch where the flowers stay
And never bloom, but only fade
In the sun

I fill the bath while I dream of the lake
I can smell the blood purged from raw steak
By the barbecue on a summer day
In the sun

But I find you here, in the blue light of the TV
And I feel you in the wind
Through the back screen at night
With the kitchen tile cold on my cheek
I love you, baby

Gold satin dreamer
Gold satin heart
Gold satin dreamer
Waiting for it to get dark
I wait for it to get dark

All of those dreams left out in the sun
They run like syrup and clot like blood
Disfigured beyond recognition
In the sun

Colours fade from my memories and even though
Other faces I forget, yours is carved of stone
Tryna take you out of me is like
Tryna get smoke out of wood

Gold satin dreamer
Gold satin heart
Gold satin dreamer
Waiting for it to get dark
I wait for it to get dark
credits

Gold Satin Dreamer

SAVED!

MAY THIS COMFORT AND PROTECT YOU

NOTHING BUT THE BLOOD OF JESUS

I’M GETTING OUT WHILE I CAN

IDUMEA

yustyna

you're simply wonderful

Punish

Rex Laurent - Lonnie Frisbee (Delanova's Jungle Dub)

Lonnie Frisbee

Lonnie Frisbee (Delanova's Jungle Dub)

I don't wanna do this anymore x Coinstar Xxxtentacion & Rex Laurent (Mashup)

Without You

Here we go. Seminal emo-leaning indie folk from my early catalogue. Sitting in my teenage bedroom in the suburbs of Melville, Long Island and ruminating over my relationship with my teenage girlfriend. I strummed the few chords I knew in a pattern that felt familiar. How do you write a blues song if you’ve never played the blues? We’ve all felt the blues though. So I was trying to play a blues song using the folk chord voicings I’d learned from playing along to the acoustic Bright Eyes songs I’d been listening to religiously. And I sang my lyrics like a prayer:                                                                            “I thought I was over you.
 Yeah I thought I was over you.
 But if I was over you, 
I guess I wouldn’t feel so blue,
 so I guess I’m not over you.

But I thought I’d be better now
Yeah I thought I’d be better by now
But I’m pacing round my room 
And Im still wearing your sweater
So I guess Im not better yet

But I thought it would hurt less
Yeah I didn’t know it would hurt so bad
When you let some other guy slip you outta your dress
I thought it would hurt less
I thought it would hurt a whole lot less

Now the lord said just be strong
And he said “harden not your heart”
But my hearts got a shelf-life
Just like everything else
And I feel it passing now
And I feel like Im passing out

And Socrates said “know thyself”
He said boy, don’t go being a fool
So my love for you is like 
a flickering shadow on a cave wall
And Im putting the fire out,
Yeah Im snuffing that candle now

Cos you know I don’t have to take this shit
No, especially not from you
So Im sorry about all those things I said
Yeah, I didn’t mean to be so cruel
But I was trying to get over you
I was just trying to get over you”
 It’s a song I wrote when I was still a teenager, 18 or so I think. Id play it out sometimes at parties and some family gatherings. My dad and his friends would joke and say “yeah I wrote this song when I was in prison.” Bolstering the image of the old hurt bluesman who was alive inside this skinny teenager in ripped jeans with shaggy hair. When I was twenty something… Idk 24 or whatevr maybe, when I met Eli and hired him to record my first collection of songs I had to relearn the weird strumming pattern. It seemed so amateur that it was somehow beyond where I had arrived at in my ability as a guitarist. It’s funny how that happens as you get “better” at something you have trouble pulling off moves you basically think you invented when you first started.

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