visions of neal

American Spirits

Scream

get through

Cocaine

From the album Me Oh My Mirror 

recorded by Andrew James Mackelvie 

My Motorcycle

im not beautiful
just a piece of shit with make up on
our hearts broke mutually
i dont know who to call my friends anymore
my love burns slow
like an american spirit
you told me to keep my chin up for the future, girl you know i fear it

i want that girl who i knew from the start
shed make me laugh at silly pictures when we were alone
im sitting on my bed looking through her pictures wondering
when will she come home

Im Sorry

Key Largo

Soft Lips

Plums - "Parking Lots"
The First Single Off Their Debut Album, 'jen'
Out July 14, 2015 On Forged Artifacts

Plums new 'EP02' is available now: https://plums.bandcamp.com/album/ep-02

Buy the EP

Plums - Parking Lots

Kids

Words and Music by Nathan Ward
Produced and Engineered by Sam Bivins
Vocals- Olivia Kaplan
Guitar- Martin Isenberg
Bass- Andrew Freire

Cool Love

Teenage Outcast

Forever Lesbians(Joy Again)- Deathwish//Deathbed

Saturday Music

Tryin' to get joy from the bottle?
- we gotta get it somewhere
You know your life is wasting away? 
- we all gotta die sometime
How'd you get way past the summer? 
- who knows, some way some how
Are you gonna call me when it's over? 
- who knows, some way some how. 

Please don't take my stash
Just leave it alone 

It's time, 
We are leaving,
Going nowhere,
Tell me why I'm losing my mind. 
We are leaving,
Going nowhere,
Taking it just one step at a time.

Tryin' to get joy from the bottle? 
- we gotta get it somewhere
You know your life is wasting away? 
- we all gotta die sometime 

Please don't take my stash 
Just leave it alone.

It's time,
You are leaving? 
Tell me why I'm losing my mind 
Going nowhere 
Taking it one at a time. 
You are leaving? 
Tell me why I'm losing my mind

Going Nowhere

Cat Be Damned - Soft Collision

oh peach pit where'd the hours go 
when your orange skin began to glow 
from a hanging branch in gardens home 

not much is hidden underneath 
a rock heart for breaking teeth 
and apple cores cyanide seed 

it's been a long season through 
all this rotting fruit with you 
it's been a long season through 
this rotting fruit with you 

lift back and see the darkness hid 
swallowed up an angled in 
looking back at sweetness dim 

ripe june had leaf and shady friend 
the cool are is gone again

visions of neal

snockman