moot (interlude)

riddance

disrupt

lyrics:

Somewhere inside the Hudson
Ive sat for a decade in Ice cold
Way back in port town suburbs
My scent still sticks to my old clothes
Ive lost all but my worst habits
You’ll be who I look for on my walk home
Rolled up in this bleach burn magic
Does this hit of numb ever get old

Another story of a boy who never grew old
How’d that truck taste
That shit was aiming for him
He said in the worst way
I will see you on road
Tell that fuck face
That im waiting for him
Play the tape back
Look at me im love struck 
I just want that back
Look what we had
Waves touch gaff
Just look at me im sea sick
I dont have sea legs
I cant swim back
Just look at my hands
The ropes burned holes in
The legs of my pants
With the force of cannon
I am no man
I was tucked down
In the bowels of the ship
In a selfish abandoned
As the weights laid
I will stay back
Sure my worst fate remains in my head
For Next birthday
I will eat cake
Sure my ship mates ive hurt are all dead
I cant believe my luck
If u could call it that but really ur just war shy
Next time I sober up
Ill face a battle that gets harder every next time

Somewhere inside the Hudson
Ive sat for a decade in Ice cold
Way back in port town suburbs
My scent still sticks to my old clothes
Ive lost all but my worst habits
You’ll be who I look for on my walk home
Rolled up in this bleach burn magic
Does this hit of numb ever get old

hudson bay floater (xlhc x fantasy camp)

Repair (w/ Bexey)

Shelter (w/ Bexey)

lyrics:

White dust All over my outsides
Im fucked up Dancing on this cork tide
Loose lips They’ll Tighten by the court side
Bruised hips From Slow dancing with tough guys
June 5th Thats the night my heart died
Unzipped Wet Flesh on the road side
So crisp Just Wait until the bloods dried
Two fifths In me by the sunrise

Under the streetlights she becomes a dancer
You and this new guy in somebodies camper
What does he taste like and how does he stack up
I didnt ask you but I know you’ll answer
A Dark room brain hung with polaroid scars
Film reel legs and some SLR arms
I got banks full of pain and a lens full of tar
These Megaphone veins feed my Radio heart
If This is what its come to Im leaving I promise
Snow hugging prints to the ground where its calmest
Ive lived a life full of colons and commas
Im Graced with a peace to know this periods upon us
No one Theres no one
To carry all this extra weight Here after all
Just once Well just once
Id like to have somebody here That I could call
No one Theres no one
To carry all this extra weight Here after all
Just once Well just once
Id like to have somebody here That I could call

White dust All over my outsides
Im fucked up Dancing on this cork tide
Loose lips They’ll Tighten by the court side
Bruised hips From Slow dancing with tough guys
June 5th Thats the night my heart died
Unzipped Wet Flesh on the road side
So crisp Just Wait until the bloods dried
Two fifths In me by the sunrise

slow dancing with tuff guys (sorrowbringer)

happy hollandaise

redux of: https://blakerosier.bandcamp.com/track/broadway-x-chauncey
vox/lyrics: Blake Rosier
recording/backup-vox/mix: Nathan Bair
mix/master: rybohaze

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