Hell yea prodigal angel here. Smoking till my lungs collapse

Night Light

Lucid

Trippy

Lost Tropics

Lemonworld

Yellow Mellow

He cracked the block with a laugh that tore
Bounced off walls till the lampposts wore
Skate wheels screamed, his tongue struck sparks
Every story lit, left smoke, left marks
Pockets stuffed with scribbles, fists ink-stained
Sidewalk stage where his voice remained
Eyes cut fierce through the busted street
Every shout he threw, the street threw back in beat

Chased that flame, too quick to tame
Every step carved out his name

We twist, we break, we bend the line
Turn the night into something fine
Run so fast the dark can’t catch
Every laugh leaves a blazing scratch
Living raw with an open face
Every stumble a holy place
Hearts still beat in crooked time
We twist, we break, we bend the line

He lived in the shadow, thought it locked him tight
Tried to burn brighter just to prove his worth out loud
Fought off demons with a fragile hand
Shoved them back, swore he’d make his stand
October clean with a sky cut clear
Every morning hit, he was still right here
But the shadow clung where the cracks ran black
Balconies whispered what he wouldn’t whisper back

Pulled so hard, the ground gave way
Every night bled into day

We twist, we break, we hold the line
Turn the wreck into borrowed time
Run so hard the dark runs near
Every laugh hides another fear
Living raw with a broken face
Every stumble a shadowed place
Hearts still break in crooked time
We twist, we break, we hold the line

The silence caught him as his fingers slipped
All that weight no body could grip
Fell like thunder, split straight through
That’s when the line finally broke in two

The shadow told him he’d never stand tall
So he lit himself till he burned it all
Now he’s gone and the air won’t move
Walls still echo the life he proved
Photos grin, holding on to breath
Their smiles are ghosts, still sharp with death
Love still burns in the cracks, the scars
His song etched deep in who we are

We twist, we break, no line to bind
Turn the silence to what we find
Run so fast but the dark still caught
Every laugh now a ghost we sought
Living raw in an empty space
Every stumble a mark to trace
Hearts still beat though the rhythm’s gone
We twist, we break, but the line lives on

In the hush, his spark won’t fade
We twist, we break, in the line he made

Hold the Line

Shag Rock

Stacy

Feeding The Family

Knees

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Connor Jaine at Balgay Street, Christchurch, New Zealand

The Sun Comes Up

Recorded and mixed by Connor Jaine in Cashmere, Christchurch, New Zealand

Mastered by Peter Rattray

The Green Superintendent

Mako Road

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