Well this is sure a different side of you guys that I never imagined I'd hear.  Fun stuff!

i get lost choosing between tails & heads
see, both sides roll away when set on edge
don’t know how to act, can’t breathe in this mask
but i won’t be distracted from tracking yr scent

cannot balance long on top this fence
so harsh, so strange the way some paths just end
you call me to you, my heartbreak in bloom
a kind of warmth loosening up old regrets

my spirit shows up underdressed & out of breath
& fears start sprouting second heads
they say they think this will not come out in the wash
that battle’s just lost, but let’s not get tense

god still talks that same long, run-on sentence
as tho afraid that staying still’s inviting death
we go on & on like dark fleeing dawn
would not be caught dead in no old skin shed

my spirit shows up underdressed & out of breath
& fears start sprouting second heads
they say they think this will not come out in the wash
that battle’s just lost, but let’s not get tense

washout (shitdemo/voicememo)

i brought you thorns as proof of the rose
i sold my confidence to buy you a throne
i painted eyes on yr shadow 
but like a windswept mist, no hand could enfold
i brought you thorns to prove the rose

must be the fear or some other downward hope
that makes yr lips dismiss what yr eyes already know
but this is not fate, not any scripted show
tho if i was the stream, you’d be the stream calm above its flow
so give the word. just let it go

bridge & the word (shitdemo/voicememo)

the dr. says there’s not a pill for that, junkie
just put it down, just walk it off pansy
the dr. says could be it’s just a phase

& dr. says it’s not just you, no one gets free
of god’s love or the blood of their family
we end in dirt cursing the sky as a cage

the slot machine don’t give a shit that i’m pretty
threw cash at clouds, still had a rainy wedding
& them sickening history books still blush in my veins

the dr. says (shitdemo/voicememo)

called in early
provoked
the common worries, almost reassuring
but walked in on them hushing hurried
& topics dispersed like they’d been rehearsing 

i’m almost thirty 

when me & god we’re flirting,
stones broke
like comets bursting, but calm as mercy
pawns caught in grander schemes
often shatter on their masterpiece

sure, you caught us swerving
but, oh no, honest sir,
we was just conversing. 
thot this caught fish looked thirsty. 
if yr not disturbed this will get disturbing

i’m almost thirty. 

i guess god deserves me
& showboats
with all the earth, see it tossing, turning?
there’s not a lot of that haunted mercy. 
i just wanted her. wait, i’m lost… where were we?

on this cosmic journey
where glow shown
& clocks reversed beats, otherworldly…
nodded off again, but officer, please
you do not need to protect or serve me

i’m almost thirty. 

& i like the sincerity,
but, out loud, it’s embarrassing.  


there’s no harm in hurting. 
promote
the constant learning that the wall is sturdy. 
some squandered sonnet lost its yearning.
you & god talked thru it’s service.

almost thirty (shitdemo/voicememo)

i dunno, i was bored & figured out how to play this song sorta. it’s written by pat the bunny

never trust a man who plays guitar (wingnut dishwashers union cover)

come what may bend or break
details change, the root remains
when every sound becomes yr name.  

we spin our webs play our games
simple to start, hard to maintain
when every sound becomes yr name. 

& just like you said i’m restless again
& yes i have been wandering home to you. 
don’t know how long i been gone
you say i been gone to long
so i think so too. 

lost track of time. spent our whole lives
just preparing to live 
like “don’t let me fall asleep, 
but please can i just lay in bed?”
i’m restless again & i been wandering home to you. 

& just like you said i’m restless again
& yes i have been wandering home to you. 
don’t know how long i been gone
you say i been gone to long
so i think so too.

restless again (shitdemo/voicememo)

sex & candy (marcy playground)

i can’t do this anymore
this whole story’s growing old
i can’t act enticed when you drop the price
of what’s already sold

what’s all this for?
i can find you in anyones door
it’s not that i believe i’ve been deceived 
but that’s what worries me more

please cut me some slack 
you push me in front so you can fall back
pretending the sign says “finish line”
when it’s just the end of our little track

& you say 
this is the way, the truth, the light
& i don’t doubt yr right
it’s just it comes on so slowly sometimes

is this really all to learn?
to grab & guard shit we hoped we would earn?
not even acquiesce our final breaths,
like if you don’t yr torch you won’t end up burned 

& i know they say i have a victims mentality
but i swear they’re just ganging up on me
we kill the fruit/we water the tree
we don’t like how who we are makes us seem 

& then strain just for it’s pain
to make a scar our badge & fame
we take the long way to stay in the same place
we read different books. we’re on the same page

& you say 
this is the way, the truth, the light
& i don’t doubt yr right
it’s just it comes on so slowly sometimes

so no i won’t tempt you to stay
cause every hunt will need some prey
you say “the stars are aligned, we should take heed of the signs”
but i was destined not to believe in fate

you say (shitdemo/voicememo)

can’t see the fog thru all this mist
looking for that keep finding this

i broke the vow but kept it clean
no it won’t mend i’ve tried everything
it won’t even speak 

& i’m almost here & it’s nearly now
& my voice is trapped somewhere in yr mouth 
i’m almost here & it’s nearly now 
& as my last laugh dies out i don’t feel so proud

wish i could say i was deceived 
under a spell cog & machine

secrets i keep fear talk in sleep

& i’m almost here & it’s nearly now
& my voice is trapped somewhere in yr mouth 
i’m almost here & it’s nearly now 
& as my last laugh dies out i don’t feel so proud

cog&machine (shitdemos/voicememos)

this is the lyrics in case they're too blurry 

i hope you get well soon, my starving friend. 
i should’ve stopped & said goodbye, but i woulda never left. 
still i hope this street won’t see you or me again.
this is not what i thought i meant. 
i hope you get well soon, my friend. 

& yeah, fuck the system, fuck the sickness, but i don’t think we ever really even made a dent. 
nodding off on the slow walk to hit the doomsday clocks reset. 
or asleep at the dead end, torn pieces of sky straddling the fence.
do they still? i hope you don’t know. i hope you left. 
i hope you get well soon, my friend. 

i coulda swore i passed you by on the cracked pavement. 
just like they did to us when we was bumming change & cigarettes. 
but if you see me on this street again, please pretend you didn’t. 
so sick of seeing friends all fall or walk in to a shared grave in a page of statistics. 
i always hoped they would come up again. people just don’t bring them up again. 
i hope you get well soon my friend. i hope you come up again.

get well soon my friend

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Biography:
Sunshine & Irony is a band in Olympia. We've got an album out & are beginning the process of recording our second & third in a somewhat simultaneous manner. Our first album, A Bullet By Any Other Name, is for sale through bandcamp or at shows.   

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