Star Hearts

TELESCOPE

Du Brae, SS, Carlos Barrios, John Henderson, and Brian Henry

I Dont Feel Right

HereBeDragons

stephsomething

LetchaDrums

Maxdeago

Wasted

Cursed

Come on back to my home with me
We'll paint the night in blues and greys
I'll turn the lights down baby
If you ask

Home is where I make my mind up
Home is where I take my rest
Home is where I wake up sweating
Itching hot behind my chest

So come on back to my home with me
We'll pass the time so many ways
I'll lay a line out baby
If you ask

I hear I'm doing pretty well these days
Yeah that's what they say
I hear I'm doing pretty well these days
That's what they say

Home is where I make my mind up
Home is where I take my rest
Home is where I wake up sweating
Itching hot behind my chest

So come on back to my home with me
We'll slide past where my roommate stays
I'll hold your hair back baby
If you ask

I hear I'm doing pretty well these days
Yeah that's what they say
I hear I'm doing pretty well these days
That's what they say

Pretty well
I hear I'm doing pretty well these days
Pretty well
Pretty well

Home is where I make my mind up
Home is where I take my rest
Home is where I wake up sweating
Itching hot behind my chest

You don't gotta convince me baby
You don't gotta convince me
You don't gotta convince me baby
You don't gotta convince me
You don't gotta convince me
Don't gotta convince me
You don't gotta convince me but you
You gotta be
Oh you better be better than pretty well
You better be better than pretty well
You better be better than pretty well
Cause baby I need better than pretty well

Pretty Well

Aftermath

Time To Leave (ft SS)

Cursed (ft SS)

Wicked (ft SS)

Wawa - Instrumental
Steph Something - Vocal melody, lyrics, vox
Max Deago - Lead Guitar

The Tempest

Woke with the radio arguing with my veins
Poured last night's promises down the sink and watched them drown
Slid my sins into my pockets like loose change
But not enough for a cab or forgiveness
Worked a smile into the corner of my face
Held the world together for a moment
Then it peeled away

I dig with my bare hands
Nails full of time, lungs full of dust
If I ever reach daylight
I’ll tell it the truth
I was the tempest nobody checked for
And I stormed anyway

You said weekend like a promise
I took it like a dare
Leaned too close and burned my palms on someone else's fire
Now I trace the outlines of names I used to keep
They’re thin as the smoke of a cigarette and gone before I can say them
But I kept the good parts pinned beneath my ribs
I did

I dig with my bare hands
Nails full of time, lungs full of dust
If I ever reach daylight
I’ll tell it the truth
I was the tempest no one checked for
And I stormed anyway

I practice apologies in bathroom mirrors 
Watch the sink fill with rehearsals 
Watch my eyes leaving themselves

I dig with my bare hands
Nails full of time, lungs full of dust
If I ever reach daylight
I’ll tell it the truth
I was the tempest no one checked for
And I stormed away


The Tempest

Sven-Martin Keil : Sax

Moe Howard : Rhodes

Flodnal : Guitar

Steph Something : Vocals
	
Ella B : Lyrics, Melody
	
Brae .: Production

Foreverworld Lyrics © BLACKRUNS

I fell asleep on the grass
fairies stole my glass heart.
You flickered all on the screen
as if I was watching a film
As if God was with me,
argue, laugh, and swear at me.
My dreams turned nightmares on speed
Running away from decree
Forever World
Dragging me down
bleeding all wrongs
yet you love now
as if the present wasn’t bleeding
Forever World,
why don’t you feel?
when someone dies
do you make deals
give me a call I’ll still be waiting
Philosophise all you want
the truth is we are all alone.
Swarms of flies on the street,
9 o’clock and no one breathes
Your boss, her boss
you better floss.

Make sure your teeth reflect the applause
Do not forget the kids at school
Our GPS is April’s fool
Forever World,
beauty won’t save you
if you are wrong
The shame will grate you
Fed up of shallow swimming
Forever world
Sick of the words
My Euripides
Sings a song

I’m tired of meetings and the bling bling
I refuse all your trauma
huffs, and puffs, the art banana
Opinions, I never cared
You pray to mirrors
While I dare

To look for words that aren’t there


Forever World,
you know you’re wrong.
I’m scared —
are you?

It’s always easier to slide down the hill
all at maximum speed
than live amongst those that kill
You stream it just like a film
thanksgiving without the giving
conspiracies that ain’t livin
wait to be saved by dreams
you never believed in
Forever world
we are exhausted.
our 9-5 burns on a roster
we’re all just hanging by a wire
Your sex, your race, your religion
we are diseased just like the pigeons,
Their satellites divide empires
Forever World,
you know you’re wrong.

Forever World

rock, metal, progressive rock, Indie rock, electronic, dance, indie electronic, funk, new wave, ambient rock/metal/electronic... fuck it... 
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