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Sleeping At Your Door

Produced by @quitall mixed and mastered by @jaisairin

Lyrics:
I have the bestest friends I had
Nothing compares to want you back (isn’t that so sad?)
The city lights they look amazing
Although they help to drive me crazy
I always thought that I’d be something
The more that I find out
I’ll never really amount to nothing
The more that I dry out

You take the sunshine, I’ll take the train
These drunken nights help numb the pain
Please tell me why I feel this way
One day, maybe this will make me great, it’ll make me great

(ohh)
I try, I try, and I try again (I try, I try, I try)
To not think of you every now and then (I try, I try, I try)
I think of you just to feel something (I think of you, but in the end)
But in the end, I’m stuck with nothing (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me, how do I get a move on? (Stayed here too long)
And if I’m right, just let me be wrong (Let me be wrong)
I always thought that I’d be something
The more that I find out
I’ll never really amount to nothing
The more that I dry out

You take the sunshine, I’ll take the train
These drunken nights help numb the pain (they numb the pain, they numb the pain)
Please tell me why I feel this way
One day, maybe this will make me great, it’ll make me great

lost but found

will this pain make me great?

Revenants of the Lowground

A haunted transmission begins...

[The Story]
They rise where the light dies.
In the shadows of the swamps, where banjos fork off like dark veins and the mud still hums with memory – the Blues Revenants return.
Born from static, rusty but never silent, they travel through high-voltage lines, feeding on forgotten frequencies.
From the old riverbeds to broken radios, their sound crawls into every speaker, every socket, every pulse.
Not a resurrection. A reckoning with today.
This is the original blues – rewired and alive, now echoing through your own static line.

[The Invitation]
This is the first interactive blues-rock album of its kind.
Selected tracks come in multiple shapes – raw cuts, looped edits, recharged versions.

You decide which ones survive.
Like your favorite version. Help it climb.

Your vote carries the hum into the world.


Static Revival

im not a surfer 
but i sing about the beach
dont care for the sand
dont care for the heat
awooo
im pale and skinny
i hate the smell of zinc
but my summery sounds
are gonna make you think
i hang ten
with some friends
who look like models
but sleep in tents

im not a surfer
but my hair is bleached
im afraid of sharks
and their big sharp teeth
awooo
im pale and thin
but my jangly tones
are gonna make you grin
and wanna get stoned
and hang ten
with some friends
who look like models
but sleep in tents

Surfer Blood

Just realised we forgot to upload this one on here ^_^
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Brock Weston.

Honey

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Sunburnt In July

Independent Music company based in Sydney, Australia. 
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