@mezeve I can’t because ‘fanmajor’ is an anagram of “an OJ farm” and I had my bris on an  orange juice farm. Also, Ron Goldman was my uncle. Can you Google it for me?

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@young-steemy haha, I think that’s exactly where my head was at when i made that.

Drop That Shit

This is a song about breaking up, not because you want to, but because it seems like the best thing for both of you. Or maybe thats just how you rationalise it to yourself. Started working on this over a year ago but decided to not redo any of the guitars and do the best I could with it. Maybe that was a bad decision. If I ever decide to rerecord it I could probably make it sound better.  Kinda just wanted to get it out there and move on from the song (for now).

Lyrics:
Don’t do this easily
Don’t wanna cause you strife
Slowly killing us, I can’t safeguard your life
So much we could work on, so hard to find the time
Between breakups and breakdowns
Between half truths and lies

It’s not for myself
It’s for us both there is something wrong
We both need some more help
Taking our time, but everything leads back to this

Unhealthy partnership unhealthy minds
Searching for something you never find
Build it back to normal
Build walls in our lives
Between breakups and breakdowns
Between half truth and lies 

It’s not for myself
It’s for us both there is something wrong
We both need some more help
Wasting our time, cus everything leads back to this

I promised you this wouldn’t happen
A promise I could never keep
Both our worlds are so misshapen
This is what we really need
I’m ending this right now
Just need to find a way out

It’s not for myself
It’s for us both there is something wrong
We both need some more help
Taking our time, but everything leads back to this

Unhealthy Minds (Demo)

Out now on all major streaming platforms: linktr.ee/stripedmccoy

---LYRICS---

i'm not praying for a rapture, after
all these things will be 
fractured and fucked up 
in a world thats chewing us up
show me your greed, none of your needs

What do you see
nothing can breathe
the violence it breeds
clamps down and

Kingdoms wont fall
if we don't fight them all
through your sweat and blood
you must crawl through it all

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Greed

Lyrics
No one to see me
Enjoy through the city
Man keep thy onus, they can mess all around
Gallery, café, see comedy
When they felt inanimate, stopped nearby
All them. They would rather, All close, their eyes
Bad faith. padak padak    nal ah   noljahaedo,  molla
Que faire ? Ça paie ? Va dehors ça va te plaire.
How come you and us are living in the different world I wonder
Over phone screens in the city. We can fly and see you all.  
But it feels incomplete when you can hear what we say
Please come and stop here, enjoy the scenery
Dear friend, be a brother with us pigeons  

(inst)

Bread on the floor, run to the door
Life is so romantic with the bakeries croissant,
Street buffet, all for us
Coo-coo we say, watch from above
Fancy lights and buildings, are all just for us
At the Cuckoo cafe awesome cookies and cream
Dance and laugh coocoo with waffle above the merry-go-round


Credits
Music JJYY, Dova Lin
Sing Dova Lin, JJYY
Lyrics  Nico, Dova Lin, woolion
Illustration woolion

Coocoo Cafe

Day 15: 
There was unconscionable frolicking and merriment and the gents and I got to talking. We found agreement.

We couldn’t stand idly by while the intellectual contagion of unsanctioned mirth and revelry threatened to countermand the stiff upper lips and tightly-clenched cheeks that duty demands.

We knew we had to stamp it out.

But how?

We tore our imaginations asunder, bruising and molesting our very grey matter in search of some perfectly banal evil we could levy against our chipper foes.

Then we struck upon it, that stroke of genius. It was John-boy‘s design. That mad devil! It could very well work.

It all made sense now.

We got into position and bellowed the war-cries bestowed upon us by our esteemed houses and fortunate lineages. 

The band struck up. And we began our sinister enterprise: 

A conga line without end. A writhing, insatiable ouroboros of human flesh and whimsical queuing. 

Fearful smiles flashed but soon faded. Now they would know the meaning of suffering.

Hopeless hands held hardened hips as the sinful serpent consumed all. 

They never saw it coming.

Hey, Do You Know the Way to Shell Beach?

Having a hard time describing this track. YMMV.

El Gato

Fun fact: did a straight shot and clicked don't save, lost the project.

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Mistaking

rancid thoughts

Haunted World

One More Minute

Does it taste like copper in here?

Conductivity?
An electron symphony
With maximum BPMs? 
Full of notions — or maybe sound and fury? 
Synthesizing nothing. 

Some nothing to live for. Some nothing to die for. 
Neuroplasticity gone awry. 
Outsides are inside now. 
The strings spark with static, never youth. 

Let's dance to grim dirges and soulful elegies. 
Dance our deaths away.
Dangling like marionettes
From necrotic umbilical cords
And the strings the old hangman can still pull... 

Swaying in the breeze.

Synaptic Synthesis

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