𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 - 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 - 𝐬+𝐫

Black star - radiohead slowed

666 - Loverboyrando (slowed and reverb)

horror vacui

og is austinlew_18, his music is fire go check him out (this is a re-upload)


a quick one before the eternal worm devours appalachia - lizard in the spring

Red Tears

It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer
The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other
About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother
Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week
And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak
It's a ton to ignore with no way to debrief
You can spin your wheels but the deeper I'll sink

I got a house and a yard in the middle of nowhere
I have a wife and a dog and a half-a-kid somewhere

I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week
And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak
Yeah the money's alright, I guess that's a relief
I learned to love the bomb now the bomb loves me

Oh now
We have a lot to remember
We have a lot to remember

It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer
The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other
About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother
Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

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Rat-Level

All written, recorded, produced and mixed by Shane Chen

Lyrics:
Mellowed out and undefined
The past and present intertwine
Another journey left behind -

Sometimes its easy letting go
I plucked the thorns off every rose 
I’ll start a new dream
I suppose -

As the ceiling raises
We disappear into the sea of faces -
Another ship has sunk -
Only slighty out of reach

Bathed by tears and laughter 
I looked back and it didn’t feel so far -
As much as they come and go -
It wasn’t meant for me

Here it’s cold
And I don’t know
if I can spend some time alone -
Without a pill to keep me warm -

Sometimes its easy letting go 
I plucked the thorns off every rose 
I’ll start a new dream
I suppose -

As the ceiling raises
We disappear into the sea of faces 
It didn’t feel so far
Just slighty out of reach

Bathed by tears and laughter 
I looked back and it didn’t seem so hard 
As much as they come and go
It wasn’t meant for me

it didn’t feel so far...

https://youtu.be/LPxrjXFkmLI

love travels on
bicycle  wheels
down Angell street and
the architecture frowns as if somehow 
you didn't belong here
and as you pass

beside the house where you were born
it just stares you down 
and you realize you’re on your own
and you roll on

the shadows grow 
taller than the trees 
it's getting late
and deep inside your heart you know 
that only evil things 
come to those who 
wait

Sketches of Future Sweaters

Buy on Bandcamp

Lovecraft

A Quick One Before the Eternal Worm Devours Appala.m4a

We Used To Say

Unstrung Harp is a lo-fi indie band with songs about speeding clocks, death rays, mad scientists, and various types of funny and sad misunderstandings. It consists of Krištof Budke (drums), Bruno Čičmanec (bass and vocals), Michal Spáda (vocals, guitar).