Let down your hair, dog
The enemy’s been so close for so long
I love you to death, Sarge
You know I’ll take all your burdens 
Even when it hurts

Take off your basics,
Cartier bracelets
I’ll try to hold the tune
Try to act shameless
Still I make faces
Is this new too to you?

Take yourself a dirty a Dirty Vacation
Forget about your little vocation
Dive into oil spills
Sunsets on garbage hills

Let’s forget this industry
They never wanted me
You popped champagne and sign the line
Then they move the finish line

Posthumous records
They sell out in days
If only I’d learned to do that at my age
I just sweat off my makeup
And I slip off the stage
I’ve had six drinks, nine drinks
Now I can find the floor on my own
(Six drinks, nine drinks, I’m in heaven)
I can find the floor on my own
(Six pence, I’d pay it all to impress ‘em) I can find the floor on my own

Take yourself a dirty vacation
Forget about your little vocation
Dyed all the oceans blue
The same hue as our attitudes
Let’s forget this industry, they never wanted me
You popped champagne and signed the line
Then they moved the finish line

Wake up saints
You’re okay
Make your bed
To another day of paradise
A parasol in Molotovs
It’s Waimea if you close your eyes
(Don’t close your eyes)
The enemy rides at sunrise

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Take yourself a dirty a Dirty Vacation
Forget about your little vocation
Dive into oil spills
Sunsets on garbage hills
Let’s forget this industry
They never wanted me
My backpack’s full of shelved CD’s
The paper trail burns with the tree’s

Dirty Little Vacation

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im always running back to you
im always running through
my friendships are an obstacle 
they keep telling me the truth
that i look stupid in this dance
toss a coin if theres a chance i make you smile

peter was thrown overboard
they didnt like his style
his ship was filled with holes
but his smile ran for miles
i told him that id like to try that pink stick in his pocket
pink lemonade done ran its rage
youre laughing and im nauseous
he bet me like a jackpot
i admit it makes me feel like god
everytime he forgives me and holds me like a precious thought
i cant help wishing you had been the one who taught me as a boy
i cant help wishing i had known that letting someone ins a choice

i like your drunken smile
as ive said it goes for miles
it pulls me from the blackest days and sets my heart on fire
im always running back to you but im always running out
this dopamines an entry drug
this loves a wine stain on my rug

this dopamines an entry drug
this dopamines an entry drug

dopamine

Bleeding

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Sheps & Left Ear Right - Grab The Mic (Radio Edit)

I cut my weeds with dull scissors
pretend theyre flowers for my sisters
Im not afraid to lose anymore
it lets me fly under the radar

no need to check on me i am too cool
no need to wonder if i am still blue
wasted a few years pursuing some school
wasted my best years in love with a fool

we make ourselves frozen dinners
plenty to go around
it must be lonely being a winner
so wont you come on down down down

no need to check on me i am too cool
no need to wonder if i am still blue
wasted a few years pursuing some school
wasted my best years in love with a fool

im not afraid to tell the truth
time slips away
were living proof

then we make love up on the roof
use that as proof that were still useful
youthful

maybe our golden years all came and gone
maybe its just the blue paint of this song
but baby you still look so good in my arms
baby you still got your 70s charm

Too Cool

In a four wall room
In a single chair
Fighting for my life
At the hair salon

You don't let me go
Yeah, you made it clear
Fighting for my life
At the hair salon

Oh stop, I do not care
If this fall messes up my hair
I could not find this high nowhere
But with you

Radioactive air
The bombs may burst
My hair looks fine
Now can we go to your place or to mine?

You make a noodle curl
And my curls all straight
Fighting for my life
The iron's to my face

I tell you how it all ends 
We're no longer friends
Only split ends

You tell me you don't care
You cut off my hair hair hair

Oh stop, I do not care
If this fall messes up my hair
I could not find this high nowhere
But with you

Radioactive air
The bombs may burst
My hair looks fine
Now can we go to your place or to mine?

Oh stop, I do not care
We'll dye it back
It will grow out
Breathe through the pain and let me do my thing

Let me do my thing thing
Let me do my thing

The Hair Salon

A final one to close out the year. A deep mix of some old favourites and recent finds...hope you enjoy! 

MIX - December 2024

🎹 Produced by: TimberTronic 📅 Year: 2025

Final Day

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