Original by Kavinsky
Backing vocals by Katrijn

I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel (We'll go all, all, all night long)
I want to drive you through the night, down the hills (We'll go all, all, all night long)
I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear (We'll go all, all, all night long)
I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear (We'll go all, all, all night long)
There's something inside you
It's hard to explain
They're talking about you, boy
But you're still the same
There's something inside you
It's hard to explain
They're talking about you, boy
But you're still the same
I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel (We'll go all, all, all night long)
I want to drive you through the night, down the hills (We'll go all, all, all night long)
I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear (We'll go all, all, all night long)
I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear (We'll go all, all, all night long)
There's something inside you
It's hard to explain
They're talking about you, boy
But you're still the same
There's something inside you
It's hard to explain
They're talking about you boy
But you're still the same
There's something inside you (there's something inside you)
It's hard to explain
(It's hard to explain)
They're talking about you boy
(They're talking about you boy)
But you're still the same

Nightcall (accoustic cover)

Guitar by Glenn
Voice by Jim

LYRICS

Bloodlines
The world shrines
When everything falls apart
And memories feel like scars

Oh What could I do
As you decided to keep silent for good

Every reminder
a hospital lighter
the coffee is grinding
your letters
can’t find them
no more

Bloodlines
The world shrines
When everything falls apart
And memories feel like scars

bloodlines

Listen to my new song... Are You Ready Now. Influences Lou Reed, Arctic Monkeys, The Strokes, John Frusciante... At least that's what they say.

Let me know what you think.

LYRICS

My body’s a gun
Aiming slow
Your haunting eyes
In the afterglow
Every heartbeat is
A echo (that’s right)

Chasing days and lost in dreams
We pave our way, we stitch the seams
baby, are you ready now

_______


The buzzing sound  Of neon light A common ground  for us to hide  All I hear is your
Whisper mouth

Chasing days and lost in dreams
We pave our way, we stitch the seams
Baby, are you ready now

are you ready now

run run

stitch my arms inside your coat today
folded up the words I meant to say
walked into a mirror 
just to become yours

slept beneath the shadows for a week
broke the silence in the lines we speak
lost my keys inside your dreams 
just to become yours

how can a man stay close and sane
when he’s dancing in flames
how can he breathe and keep his cool
when he’s dancing like a fool
I guess he won’t 
I guess he don’t 
stay sane

run in circles for a better faith
draw our names under the bridge with paint
shaved my head and missed my goal 
just to become yours

held my face inside a burning rain
watched you vanish behind subway trains
broke my watch and kept the time 
just to become yours

how can a man stay close and sane
when he’s dancing in flames
how can he breathe and keep his cool
when he’s thinking like a fool
I guess he won’t 
I guess he don’t 
stay sane

stay sane

guess

In summer
I crossed this border
Couldn't sleep  no longer
We lost the way

You said
I'm a reckless driver
Some called it bipolar	
But what's in a name

This wildfire
It took me over
Burned my nerves down
Couldn't find a way out
But I’m alive

And your smile
Could only heal me some while
Now I know it just takes time
To find back home

You said
I make up stories in my head
You seem to forget
I had a major in math

But that night
Too much numbers passed by
The shopping street
Was too bright
I went so bad

This wildfire
It took me over
Burned my nerves down
Couldn't find a way out
But I’m alive

And your smile
could only heal me some while
Now I know it just takes time
To find back home

Wildfire

Handmade songs. Lo-fi soul.
Rough edges, wrong notes, raw truths.
Weekdays: digital overload.
Nights: tape hiss and memory ghosts.

I record at home. 
Every track, a wildfire of something lost or found.
Real or not — it’s all me.
Hope it sticks. Hope it stings.

— Jim

wildfires on repeat

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