Name: Vaudeville by Sidney Gish
Duration: 3 min 3 s
Description: ED BUYS HOUSES IS OUT NOW! uploading a track a day probably so i don't dump them out all in one, or hide them forever in a playlist

@kennyrwquimby: the constructive feedback is this is good as shit, son

from the new bs ep
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They’ve written songs at two am
they’ve told us how they’ve written them
and the stories are endearing
and even cuter when they start to sing

in every month there comes a day
i wish that i could go away
to a universe where i’m just as creative too,
and every night my thoughts are new

before I fall asleep at three,
the second hour brings jealousy
there’s the geniuses and then there’s me
scrolling through clickbait endlessly

so i present to you a single
last minute, little jingle
and if you feel that it is forced, what’s it to you?
at least it’s something to do

something to do, to do
something to do 

they’re staying up all night to sing
so what if I don’t do a thing

I think I’ll expire at a tired rate in my bedspace
and let creation take a break

but as for now it’s two am
it’s been a three year long attempt
it’s been a slow and it's forced too
but it is something to do


Midnight Jingle

recorded this in shillman studio for recording II and still didnt like it lol so i garagebanded it once again (putting studio version on next dump album though)

Caught me shoegazing like some lo-fi band,
A desperate beer in each one of my hands,
I’ll dance the night away to prove it’s great.
Ten minutes later, repetitive lines,
Valencia filters are passing the time, and
the photo’s flash has made my eyes
Appear to be the ghostly kind

but I’ve sunk into music just like the dead sea
I try and go further til buoyancy floats me,
semi sobriety,
an unconscious mess I guess I’ll never be

that’s fine, I’ll pop sugar pills all night
all night, all night, i’ll pop sugar pills all night

I can’t see a thing in the haze around me
I’m still having fun cause I know I should be
when will I stop being such a dumb kid and go
wherever real life is?

But why would I lie when I said I won’t?
I know that I am damned if I do or if I don’t.
that’s fine, as I’ll pop sugar pills all night,
all right, all right,
placebo-ing on friday night

I’m just a weed growing out of the wall - 
it’s an obvious secret that’s kept by us all 
tonight, but this will die with me,
I’ll bury it deep in my broken phone screen
alright, till the backlight kills my sight

But tell me that funny things don’t go away
and promise we’ll keep being stupid all day
so hey, who needs life anyway?
let’s stay immature and let's not ever stray 

all right, let’s pop sugar pills all night
all right, all right, let’s pop sugar pills all night

I can’t see a thing in the haze around me
I’m still having fun cause I know I should be
when will I stop being such a dumb kid and go
wherever real life is?

But why would I lie when I said I won’t?
I know that I am damned if I do or if I don’t.
That’s fine, as I’ll pop sugar pills all night,
all night, all night,
all right, all right,
placebo-ing on friday night

Friday Night Placebo

this song is probably too extra even for me
__________________
it’s afternoon, i’m feeling sick
i’m spewing stupid rhetoric
i’m starting shit on post aesthetics 
like a fucking lunatic

i’m home alone,
i’m making jokes,
i’m drowning in my iPhone
And my ears have sprouted headphones
So I'll watch my weary tone

i know i’m being angsty
insert joke here about banksy
what’s a chinese river? yangtze
-then the MC said well thanks she’s leaving soon. 

she’ll stop trying to rhyme before high noon
tomorrow, 
retire to her room
and sit around
and count the hours down 
Till June

July and August end
In this state I've got like four friends
Left not like there were much to start with
Now we're on big and better things

She'll stop trying to sing before it rings tomorrow
My alarm is lingering
And I live in a shell of things tonight

she’ll stop trying to rhyme before high noon
tomorrow, 
retire to her room
and sit around
and count the hours down 


Late evening and then the night
I'm lurking and I feel alright
1000 calories to spite 
The days I used to diet hard and die
A bit but not too much
But writing everything down sucks
And timing every syllable is dumb
I ate a thousand calories

She'll stop trying to eat before he cheats tomorrow
Carve my name into his leather seEeEeat

Said the MC:
she’ll stop trying to rhyme before high noon
tomorrow, 
retire to her room
and sit around
and count the hours down 
Till June.

july and august and september and october and november and december and january 

february march and april and don’t forget may too

i’ll sit around and count the hours down til june

Its Afternoon, I'm Feeling Sick

ED BUYS HOUSES IS OUT NOW! uploading a track a day probably so i don't dump them out all in one, or hide them forever in a playlist

Vaudeville

Sidney Gish

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