Don't you mistake cold
For fear of warmth
It's a contradiction and it's been 
Drummed into a truth
A window painted black,
A secret, my inside

Uneven floorboards hold me back
A ticket's worth of tears
When I would rather wait for a stranger
Than a mistake made just for me

And the warmth, it spills into my dreams
A tidal wave tried to break the wall
Of a paper world behind my skin
Tell me why the lines in my two hands
Hold different tales, and shroud me in
These metaphors behind my skin

Bend your neck towards a smile
Just make sure it's all a restriction
In the back of your mind
Close enough to worry that you've
Stained the precious sky

Oh strangers take me slowly
A lost mistake, you'll look and say
We made this just for you
It's freezing cold

And the warmth, it spills into my dreams
A tidal wave tried to break the wall
Of a paper world behind my skin
Tell me why the lines in my two hands
Hold different tales, and shroud me in
These metaphors behind my skin

My Two Hands (2021)

Squirrel Pants

I will pretend to have a soul
On the days that I am wholly hollow
We'll slay everything your afraid of

Rust

If I made you tell me how I used to be, would you lie?

When The Lights

Crushed and hysterical
Standing at a standstill

Standstill

There's no hurry
And I choke on the words

Choke

The bartenders are keeping tabs on me 
The memories are creeping up on me
My nemeses are not the ones I fear

Circles

I can't hear you whisper for the noises in my mind

Scatter

Words & music by Cuccu.
Artwork by Cuccu.

https://soundcloud.com/thecuccu?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Ripple

And so it goes again
Nothing stays the same
Electrodes on my brain
I don't feel quite right

Electric pulsing through 
While I think of you
Have no time to choose 
I don't feel quite right

Smoke drifts from my ears
Forgotten half my years 
Moths drink from my tears 
I don't feel quite right
I don't feel quite right

And so it goes again
Nothing stays the same
Electrodes on my brain
I don't feel quite right
I don't feel quite right


I Don't Feel Quite Right

Bottom of the Sea

Bottom Of The Sea

I make Lofi recordings with an old dictaphone, a child’s guitar and a pink ukulele (or puke) sat by my kitchen door.
I can only do one rhythm and two barre chords, I couldn’t tell you their names but they’ve served me well. 
I hope you can hear through the murk and the mumbling and enjoy the songs.

I Don't Feel Quite Right

Cuccu!