LYRICS:
I don’t roll up I just roll the pretzel bag closed
When you leave I’ll pack snacks in bags before you go
Take a tangerine and waltz with me before you gotta leave

We try to always seize the day
But it always gets away, yeah it always gets away
I’ll see you off on the 8:50 Train
and it won’t be a minute late, unless that shit’s delayed

Won’t you come my way (My way)
By the train (By train, by - by train)
Please don’t be late 
Today (you know that you can’t be late)

Won’t you come my way
Is that alright?
Zoobiedoo
Alright

SONG CREDITS:
Written, Produced, and Arranged by Joseph N. Flores
Additional Arrangement and Composition help by Adam Thein
Featuring a Guitar Solo Written and Performed by Paul Cherry
Mixed by Adam Thein and Joseph N. Flores
Mastered by Heba Kadry

ART CREDITS:
Clay Sculpture by Caroline Kunka
Bowler 3D Model by Gobo3D
Final Composite/Edit by Joseph N. Flores

Delayed

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Written, Produced, and Arranged by Joseph N. Flores
Mixed by Adam Thein and Joseph N. Flores
Mastered by Heba Kadry

Cover Art by @NBI.World (IG)
Photo by @Coughs (IG)

LYRICS:
It had opened up my arms when I turned seventeen
Couldn’t separate our hearts and I couldn’t believe
That you opened up a window
For Me
That you opened up a window
For Me

I was sitting in the car with my two best friends
They were hitting cigs hard, it was hurting my head
Can you open up a window
For me 
Can you open up a window
For me

If you don't wanna fight then can you look me in the eye?
If the window is closed then the room'll get hot
I don't wanna pretend
That you're on my side
Did you think I'd forget?

When I’m alone in my head
Toss and turn my face is red
I still see you in my bed
I still see you in my bed
When I’m alone in my head
Toss and turn my face is red
I still see you in my bed
I still see you in my bed

Still not up and in it at all
But still I try to open it up
Still I try I
Still I try I
Still I try I

Why wouldn't you open it up?
Crack it open just let it out
Open that window
See where it goes
You never know
Where it might go

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U Open Up A Window

FROM MY NEW ALBUM, "BOWLING" out June 11th

SONG CREDITS:
Written, Produced, and Arranged by Joseph N. Flores
Guitar Solo Written by Joseph N. Flores and Performed by Adam Thein
Mixed by Adam Thein and Joseph N. Flores
Mastered by Heba Kadry

LYRICS:
Monday comes
Sunday's over
I'm still up
Rollin over
You can't stop
Telling me why
I'm so bad
I think I wanna die

Can you see it
I don't really need nobody else
Can you see it
I don't really need nobody else
Can you see it
I don't really need nobody else
Can you see it
I don't really need nobody else

You can walk
I won't fight it
If you see me I'll be hiding
If you stop, you can ride it
She's so hot, burn me like lighting
(Burn me like lightning)
What am I supposed to say
When you walk away and you're unhappy
How am I supposed to sleep
When I know I have ruined a moment
I don't really know what else to say, baby

You'll never know my love for you
Baby, you'll never know my love for you
Baby, you'll never know my love for you
Baby, you'll never know my love for you

Can you see it
I don't really need nobody else
Can you see it
I don't really need nobody else

(Instrumental break)

Che-check it out

((BOWLING))

Throwing the ball in
I'll see you down the lane
If I lose it all in a minute
I'll love you just the same
I think I'm the bad pin
At least you feel that way

Bowling

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Bad Pin

Don't Care

TEMPOREX - Don't Care (Sped up)

You can almost pretend - canless valley

Just reloading this song because I love it and don’t see it on SoundCloud. Feel free to reach out if you want this taken down. I don’t make any money off of the plays

temporex- lost in a flower field

The Doormouse finally emerges from the shadows of his bass-lined burrow with a sound all his own. “Late to the Groove” is his heartfelt, funky apology to the Wonderland crew—because, of course, he’s sorry he’s late. The little plump wanderer didn’t make it onto the main album with the others, lost somewhere between the desert winds and the thump of his own rhythm. But what he brings now is pure soul: desert-funk riffs, dust-sparkled bass lines, and the quiet strength of someone who shows up in his own time, carrying melodies worth waiting for.

With the Queen of Hearts’ Castle glittering on the horizon, the Doormouse steps forward at last—small, round, determined, and grooving. This is his journey, his apology, and his triumph. Better late than never. And absolutely worth the wait.

Bass To Bed

Small World

Dead Weight

TEMPOREX - Sweet Sundae

Temporex - Open letter

I smell good

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