bowling shoes is so dope I wish more people heard their music ;-;

I thought this was just a cover of My Cup from Glee...i was sorely mistaken. This is so amazing!! Super underrated

Stargazing

Chasing the Echoes

Make It Or Break It Soundtrack

Do Everything Now-saint motel

New EP 'A Constant State of Ohio' out now on:

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A Constant State of Ohio

How I Survived Bobby Mackey's Personal Hell

Lincoln - How I Survived Bob Mackey's Personal Hell

mitski did the hissing noise in last words of a shooting star so i'm allowed to do this
then again her hissing noise was white noise and this is an unfortunate tone coming out of the dorm air conditioner
fuk off audio engineers

september song that i never recorded ! ! !! ! 

just to start this off,
this isn’t the start of anything,
just a song that i can sing to you
we’re standing in a graveyard,
a presumably dead arm
popped through the grass,
and who doesn’t talk about that

honey, you are nothing to me
alcohol and dopamine
i’m dying on the sofa
and i barely know the time

like an old man, say i reckon,
i love you for a millisecond,
but i don’t wear a watch or rolex
and my brain’s a toddler rollerskating down a hill, 

i took a spill
and ran into a tree,
and suffered minor injuries

honey, you are nothing to me,
i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet

now i’m just being bitchy,
cause all the stupid boys skipped over me
on our twilight hour meet and greet,
a coffee table theater scene,
but disregard the soaring chick back there in corner three, id rather let the poor kid sleep

he’s tripping balls, he’s tripping testes,
LSD, post- wisdom teeth
he got lost in the shower and he barely knows the hour

I wanna know your passwords
Without changing them in preferences
and all the childhood streets and deceased pets that they're referencing

and in the box i’ll type,
i’ll know all the numbers to try,
i wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you’re high

cause i’m in love with strangers who I’ve never even seen
and weird cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
i’m in love with fresh air friends from overheated houses
till I uber up a giant park and dump my body in my dorm bed

honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet, the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems.

all these pretend spouses are a happy storybook,
that’ll turn to stark nonfiction in the time it took
for me to notice that I’m old, which means I’ll be 30 and happy
likely married to personified business casual khakis

and i’ll forget about it when i wake up late and stupid
i tried to tell the uber driver till he tried to hit it
i tried to tell myself because i’ve come this far along
i’m carrying my zombie arm to the 14th grade prom

honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything thats thought to be so sweet the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems 
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems

Presumably Dead Arm

A song about school.

Lyrics:
Shoot for the moon, dear.
Straight-placed, stay grounded.
Be unique, though you’re the same here
Speak cise’ but sounded.
 
You, you shouldn’t stare at the light that’s where you’re going to
Just keep moving and grooving to the sound of the beat
You’ll get there in time unless you stop your feet.
 
Do smile and dry those eyes. So, all the girls and bad boys made you cry?
Well you know, those were the best tears of your life (of your life).
Look cute in leather boots and if make-up brings you down just buy a noose
So at least you’ll keep your head held way up high.

Have some reserves kid,
Don’t waste potential. 
Try your best just like your father did
Success is mental.

Please, show us and tell, how your life’s not going straight to Hell
All those Jeepers and creepers wanna sit in your head
But fall out of line and you’ll be shot and dead.

Learn to smile as every good day goes on by.

Concentrate

Best Tears

Salt Flats

Things Still Left to Say

My Cup

Ravens

Written and performed by DUDE, MY DUDE

Produced by Matt E Williams and DUDE, MY DUDE
Mastered by Cicely Ballots

Nikita Alaverdyan --- bass
Benjamin Lyth --- vocals
Matthieu Thienpont --- guitar/vocals
Matt Williams --- drums

My Cup

Bowling Shoes

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