If you have high nostalgia for Lana UV era or just love her than listen to Algernon 🖤💗

Algernon

I remember when my body was a friend
now it shudders at my reflection
gripping tight at my neck

Insomniac

Preacher’s Daughter

Televangelism

Nymphs Finding The Head Of Orpheus

fiona apple —  i know (live at largo)

fiona apple - oh well

Awaiting You (out take) - Lalleshwari (Katie Jane Garside)

Unpopular People
Once saw ah
Popular kid

They thought it was
Normal
They thought it was
Right

Unpopular People
Once saw ah
Popular kid

They thought it was
Normal
They thought it was
Right

For the Excluded
For the Unloved
For the Excluded
For the Unloved

They learned they must achieve
Something
Not in their sights
They must achieve
Something
Not so right

Of

A fake persona
For something they do
Of a fake persona
That you cannot lose

But

Little did they know
Popularity was not love
But little did they know
Popularity was not soul
But little did they know
Popularity was not gold

It changes thoughts
It's a form of control
It changes thoughts
It's a form of control

For the Excluded
For the Unloved
For the Excluded
For the Unloved
For the Excluded
For the Unloved
For the Excluded
For the Unloved
For the Unloved

For the Excluded, For the Unloved

you’re so cool you’re so cool
walking down the hall
wild eyes they are black
like the magic 8 ball
you got guns for trophies
mounted up like animal heads
with the skulls of all the
high school champs you keep
in rows above the bed, you told me

“when i’m good, i’m very good
but when i’m bad, i’m better”
i'm yours forever, i'm yours forever 

you’re so cool you’re so cool
i’ll bet when you were born
all the orange crush & ne-hi soda
bottles in the world fizzed over
they wanna break yr heart
but it’s made of blood & tar
you carry all that suffering
like a gun between your arms
you told me:

“when i’m good, i’m very good
but when i’m bad, i’m better”
i'm yours forever, i'm yours forever

& i see the future and there’s no death
cuz you and i we’re angels

You're So Cool

my bedroom smells like rotten food
and i guess so do i
it’s harder to be good in here
than it is to starve and die

i’d give my body to satan
if i could only keep my soul
but i can’t seem to find the split
between them anymore

my hair is falling out again
and i don’t really care
i try to stir my conscience
it was never really there

your fingers up inside of me
feel like fingers down my throat
everything is fine in heaven
but i’ll never get to know

make sacrifice in bathtubs
and stained bed covers
soak all of my clothes in holy water
and drown them like a crying son
drown them like a crying daughter
praying in the night to the angels of porn
nails in their wrists, knees on the floor
great lakes full of cum extracted from everyone

Algernon

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