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Backpack (Andrew Jackson Jihad)

Disposable Everything

Candles of Love

Music does not belong to me, all rights go to the artist

Bad Bad Things - Andrew Jackson Jihad

Getting Naked, Playing With Guns (Andrew Jackson Jihad)

Andrew Jackson Jihad- Rejoice

You found me on the side of the street
Curled up in the rain so damaged and meek
You brought me up to my feet
Too many nights that I can’t count
Sleepless and manic, texting about
Anything at all
TV shows and sewing clothes
I just wished that these curtains would never close
It was so easy to think
Our souls were just simply interlinked
It was so easy to love
When fingers and crevices interlink
Could you have put the gun to my head
Just a little bit earlier to get ahead
Of a catastrophe that I’d always dread
Hanging on by a thin, lone thread
And here I am on the side of the street
Walking so far just as aimlessly
You never felt this way about it
I always felt this way about it

a letter to me

Just some songs i always seem to come back to when im working on any designs or anything for class. =]

Andrew Jackson Jihad ' People II- Still Peoplin'

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A Constant State of Ohio

How I Survived Bobby Mackey's Personal Hell

Lincoln - How I Survived Bob Mackey's Personal Hell

mitski did the hissing noise in last words of a shooting star so i'm allowed to do this
then again her hissing noise was white noise and this is an unfortunate tone coming out of the dorm air conditioner
fuk off audio engineers

september song that i never recorded ! ! !! ! 

just to start this off,
this isn’t the start of anything,
just a song that i can sing to you
we’re standing in a graveyard,
a presumably dead arm
popped through the grass,
and who doesn’t talk about that

honey, you are nothing to me
alcohol and dopamine
i’m dying on the sofa
and i barely know the time

like an old man, say i reckon,
i love you for a millisecond,
but i don’t wear a watch or rolex
and my brain’s a toddler rollerskating down a hill, 

i took a spill
and ran into a tree,
and suffered minor injuries

honey, you are nothing to me,
i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet

now i’m just being bitchy,
cause all the stupid boys skipped over me
on our twilight hour meet and greet,
a coffee table theater scene,
but disregard the soaring chick back there in corner three, id rather let the poor kid sleep

he’s tripping balls, he’s tripping testes,
LSD, post- wisdom teeth
he got lost in the shower and he barely knows the hour

I wanna know your passwords
Without changing them in preferences
and all the childhood streets and deceased pets that they're referencing

and in the box i’ll type,
i’ll know all the numbers to try,
i wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you’re high

cause i’m in love with strangers who I’ve never even seen
and weird cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
i’m in love with fresh air friends from overheated houses
till I uber up a giant park and dump my body in my dorm bed

honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet, the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems.

all these pretend spouses are a happy storybook,
that’ll turn to stark nonfiction in the time it took
for me to notice that I’m old, which means I’ll be 30 and happy
likely married to personified business casual khakis

and i’ll forget about it when i wake up late and stupid
i tried to tell the uber driver till he tried to hit it
i tried to tell myself because i’ve come this far along
i’m carrying my zombie arm to the 14th grade prom

honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything thats thought to be so sweet the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems 
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems

Presumably Dead Arm

The Orbiting Human Circus

City of Lights

03 Andrew Jackson Jihad - Love in the Time of Human Papillomavirus

Esteemed folk punkers ANDREW JACKSON JIHAD and THE GUNSHY combine bands to form a super-group, collaborating and playing on all four original compositions. These songs, recorded electrically with full band, represent some of the best work to date from both groups.
All records are on colored vinyl and include an MP3 download code. Also included is a double-sided 7×14 insert with lyrics and artwork. Limited pressing of 666 on neon “Demon Heart” red and blue crust vinyl.

Andrew Jackson Jihad and The Gunshy - There Is No War in This Love

AJJ on Audiotree Live

Small Red Boy (Audiotree Live Version)

Andrew Jackson Jihad - Skipping Stone

Live recording of Los Campesinos!' 'We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed', taken from their mew Live Album, 'A Good Night For A Fistfight'.

http:///loscampesinos.bigcartel.com 

We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed (Live At Islington Assembly Hall)

04 - andrew jackson jihad-ghost mice - let us get murdered

the last dinosaur died of a broken heart :(

03 Andrew Jackson Jihad - Love in the Time of Human Papillomavirus

stuck in past

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