written, produced and mixed by Bay Ledges
mastered by Arimaka
artwork by Bay Ledges

keep going

Sugarcane

These high beams
Got you floating around on a cloud
Thirty-three degrees
Can you move yourself with the weather
Come down

Kill the vibe when she mad at me
When I’m gone, kill her vibrator battery
Make a five-figure salary
Getting high, cutting calories
They said I’m about to fall out the limelight
But I’m in my prime right now
Honey get the cream, don’t need no cow
Finally got the green up in my account
Said ain’t nobody do it like this
Not a psychic, know how you like it
Give the mic tonight Ima’ ignite it
Give it to Mike, he likes it, supersize it 
When in my crib, closed eyelids
Feeling ill, couple pills, Ima’ try it
We be vibin’
Full season, no pilot
Since Hippo sang violet

What don’t you know, my girl
That I can’t teach you baby
But you do what you want, baby

What don’t you know, my girl
That I can’t teach you baby
But you do what you want, baby

What don’t you know

These high beams
Got you floating around on a cloud
Thirty-three degrees
Can you move yourself with the weather
Come down

No you’re never slowing down, baby
No you’re never slowing down, baby
No you’re never slowing down, baby
No you’re never slowing down, baby

High Beams feat. Nafets

Morning / Midnight

Parallel Realms

Chizzlers (feat. Ruth Radelet)

Brave Shores

More Like You

First There Are the Words
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

First there are the words, 
That is what I do
I tell a story that rings true
Anything to make you blue

Melody comes to fit the words
It fits the sounds that I just heard
They come together in my mind
Without words it's hard to find

The beat follows the rhyme
They appear at the same time
The beat ticks with every pause
Everything else is a lost cause

That is how I make a song
Not the same for everyone
Some may think I have it wrong
But it works, at least, for one

It's the music that I love
But the words give it some sense
Music fills the room
The notes have no pretense

There is not much more I do
I don't know the other stuff
I was never a musician
The words are, for me enough

[instrumental]

It's the music that I love
But the words give it some sense
Music fills the room
The notes have no pretense

But words are the best part
Words stick in your mind
Words is where it starts
And words will fill your heart

There is not much more I do
I don't know the other stuff
I was never a musician
The words are, for me enough


Words are the best part
Words will fill your heart

Words will fill your heart

Words will break your heart

[outro]

First There Are the Words

"Washed Away" by Eyes on the Shore. 

www.eyesontheshore.com

Washed Away

Body

Low Blow

Sober EP

Moving On

"Psychonaut is the first single off of mr. Gnome's upcoming double LP, The Day You Flew Away, available October 16, 2020 on El Marko Records.

Sugarcane

Twin Shadow