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Mama's Boy

Oldest recorded rendition of the oldest written song 👍. I couldn’t find this version on here so here it is, I did find other recordings (better quality sound but you are here for history![lmao]) 

but there was one version I saw behind a paywall and if they are the same I can say goodbye to my account bc this would be the 2nd time.

first known recording of the oldest song (sumer is Icumen in)

Roy Zimmerman, ripped from a CD and someone uploaded it to YouTube, thought it was hilarious so hear it is, may upload the album if this does well

Vote Republican - Roy Zimmerman - you’re getting sleepy

testifier (idly blare)

Head Space

Grass Eater

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b_HOtUKcak

feat. @ibr
prod. @kastrosplace
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
It's been about thirty two minutes or so/
and I'm clutching foolish optimism like she'll slip through the door/
and sit down with a story, telling of traffic -
"Would you care for a refill?"/
yeah, thank you, sorry I tend to overshare with people/
it's just I've had quite the crush on her for - "I'll be right back with your drink"/
oh well, it's only been sixty-one minutes I think/
clink ice cubes with a straw, the table's candles forming puddles/
rest my fist below my jaw, her car could be the source of trouble/
but she hasn't read the multitude of texts I sent, and I won't reprehend/
like it could be an emergency, or she went to bed, maybe she just -/
"Sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order?
we're closing soon, I recommend the lobster on arugula, the dish is new and-"/
No, I'll get the fettuccine, please, with chicken/
text her one last time, it's urgent, damn, she knows the evening's ticking/ 
like I'm a decent guy, well, at least from what I've heard/
I don't think I'll find the courage to stand up and say goodbye/

and I'm still waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, resolve never waning/
and still I'm waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, I'm waiting and waiting/

I'm waiting for her to reply to my text/
I know it says "seen" but maybe she didn't see it just yet/
"I guess, but you've been here for three days, that doesn't seem strange to you?"  
So what? She's late, and this table's purely made for two/
my plate of food, has grown a bit cold in the past month/ 
but it's not too far fetched for someone to run late and catch up/
any second now, she'll- 
"Do you want this to go, or should I just throw it out, it's been a year-"/
No thanks, no point in acting like it's over now/
I know my beard's an overgrowth and I'm becoming one with this chair/
but a decade's nothing, I won't be the one who's under-prepared/
for the future, cause she'll arrive and we'll survive the ruins/
until time folds in upon itself, so what's your two cents?/
...hm, I guess he left or he closing up the business/
I can hear metallic thumping and explosions in the distance/
a stray dog is chewing on a human bone right by the entrance/
there's barbaric men outside and all they're toting make-shift weapons/
I just think it's odd she's hasn't tried to phone or send a message/
but I'll wait right here 'til time as we know it is non-existent/
I'll just wait here and drink until the last one's dry/
I mean c'mon really, I'm a stand up guy/

Spotify!

Stand Up Guy (ft. ibrahim)

feat. @atwood
prod. @officialbiosphere and @citygrl
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I can't seem to say a word but i hope that you see the message in my eyes
And i know this sounds absurd but girl i still feel our connection in the silence
I'm mumbling around you
You still hang around me
I love that i found you
But i just cannot speak
In the presence of a goddess 
Girl i think you keep me quiet
And i like it

Oh man, I think it's love at first sight
I hope I dream the same scenario that runs through her mind
I've got the wherewithal to play it out, take her out to outer space
I've planned the date down to a science, while her eyes just, how you say, uhh

nevermind, I'm trying to say she's something else
she manipulates my glacial heart, that her tongue could melt
I'm hunkered down in bunkers 'round a lovely battlefield
my safety's on, but all the butterflies still flutter out the gun barrels

I think a cat got my.. what's it called
we had locked eyes once and you could cut the tension with uh, something sharp
tons of sparks and other smart metaphors formed between us
in uncharted territory, need to procure some visas

like those triangle things in Giza, so visually stunning/
I'm a sucker for that uhh colored hair and her lips are so lovely
like the damn, what's the word, her freckles like stars that speckle the sky or something
I don't know I think my mind is buffering, I'm just speechless

Hook

You've got the. .touch.. of. a million angels
A pill i take to levitate to go higher than rainbows

A.... a.... no I've got it on the tip of my tongue hold on

Oh! And you're an angel
Okay hang on
I know that wasn't very charming but
Your alabaster keys strike the strings of my heartbeat
And make me stop and think, well. .not think.. i mean partly
But i just cannot seem to find something that hits the mark
How'd this even start?
Maybe i should buy a teleprompter
Type out all my sentences ahead of time
Finesse these awkward situations
But maybe that wouldn't be genuine
And I'd begin to slip into a state of charted destinations
A place so far away from yesterday's cathartic stasis
Guess it's hard to say that when my tongue's tied I still feel amazing
You make me feel amazing
You make me feel amazing
You make me uhhhh

Speechless w/ Atwood (prod. biosphere & City Girl)

I thought it sounded nicer at this speed.

Original: https://soundcloud.com/theneighbourhood/sweater-weather-1

Cover art is by bearbrickjia, you can find her on instagram and twitter

Lyrics:
All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

Use the sleeves of my sweater
Let's have an adventure
Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

She knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that wouldn't wanna tell you about no

'Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here and now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

And if I may just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides our minds to
So move to a place so far away

The goosebumps start to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watch your face
Put my finger on your tongue
'Cause you love the taste yeah

These hearts adore,
Every other beat the other one beats for
Inside this place is warm
Outside it starts to pour
Coming down

One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no no

'Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

'Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here and now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

'Cause it's too cold whoa
For you here and now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It's too cold whoa
For you here and now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It's too cold,
It's too cold
The holes of my sweater

Unknown Album

Sweater Weather (slowed to perfection)

prod. @officialbiosphere
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter


Tall tales - short attention span.


Lyrics:
It was a while ago but I used to make origami/
I used to fold washi paper into cranes for a hobby/
I formed their bodies with perfect angles and dog-eared corners/
making everything from Bengal Tigresses to pale Border Collies/

where you could pull their tails to make them flap their wings/
or pinch their necks to make them roar with their complex anatomies/
but that all came crashing down tragically when, well what happened is/
or was, a horrible freak paper cut accident/

so I tried out something different and practiced martial arts a bit/
transformed my legs and arms to armaments, an armistice I forged between my mind and body/
Karate chopping thick slabs of marble to marbles and
blocked a kick with nothing but thinking the thought of “I will block this kick”/

I fought and fought again, I’d always win/
until one day I fought the wrong sensei and somehow lost to him/
and then I figured I could use a new hobby fast/
when I woke in the ICU, mummified inside a full body cast/

so I tried out woodworking, and learned a thing or two/
about building birdhouses and a sanctuary for the endangered with the zoo/ 
and without nails or glue I built some perfect-fit architecture with versatile sandalwood/
that even termites wouldn’t dare to chew/

but the Steel Industry is a much different beast,
their countless inner rings of arsonists don’t like and fear anything built with trees/
so I got into magic with simple tricks/
err, I mean illusions, like how to make a yacht disappear without sinking it/

I put live rounds inside a real gun for every bullet I’d catch/
and I sawed a lower limb, double amputee woman in half/
but when your Transported Man has to trap, clones in tanks to drown/
they’ll take you out, pulled at the drop of a hat with a vanished act, but still, I’m safe and sound!/ 

but rules are rules so I was gone fishin’/
I threw a net and accidentally caught a dolphin pod in it/
I’ve got some FOMO, rowed from coast to coast/
and caught the Lochness Monster without my rod and then caught the Ogopogo with it/

I studied mutated fish in ponds near Chernobyl/
with evidence of Kraken tentacles adorning on our boat’s hull/
we stumbled on a whaling operation, so we thwarted them/
but let’s just say my fishing boat’ll never be seaborne again/

so I got into miming…/
then I tried out a comedy class to practice my - timing/
and I’d showcase new material at sold out shows on the weekend/
then I auditioned for SNL and they let me host for a season/

I popped up on the screen opposite promising Hollywood starlets with Oscar noms/
in romcoms with a record box office streak/
but my private pilot had the last laugh
when I cracked a joke and split his sides, and we were forced to crash land/

so I took the plunge and tried out diving, took a stab at fencing/
gave clay pigeon hunts a shot, and then I tried to tackle wrestling/
tried the chef thing but I let Gordon Ramsay ingest some foreign bodies/
so I’ve been thinking ‘bout getting back into origami/

The Hobby Swapping Problem (prod. biosphere)

My boyfriend broke up with me march 4th 2024 and I’m falling apart…
A human(arguable) who loves themselves(lie) and everything they do(fib), Ive got lots on my schedule(more deceit)(comment what genre my posts are)

My bio has changed a lot if you checked a while ago, email me if you wanna see that

If your checking my bio/found my account from my comments, luv u, your an amazing person worth love and life, DM or email me if your struggling(man I should have gone into social work instead of my current major)

I’ve uploaded a few songs from mainly black bear but if there are songs you want i can add those

If you don’t like FEMBOYS you HATE me SO FUCK OFF :)

funny.s1ut.inquirys@gmail.com

Please email me I’m bored all I do all day is college classes and tell people on SoundCloud they are awesome and loved(you are🫶) oh, wait there’s one more thing I do every day, call my boyfriend so I can hear his voice

recent developments got me a BOYFRIEND🥰🥰🥰 I love him so much, we’ve not had sex yet but we will(Im an adult and have been wanting sex for years and i still got my v card lmao)

My interests? Im into hiking and money. I play some sports just to keep in some shape, arms still twigs tho lol I get nervous walking in a gym lmao. I love drawing but I rarely do that anymore because one day I was drawing as normal because It’s a hobby, then I saw someone else doing the same thing, and when I saw their art I couldn’t look away, it was beautiful, the art teacher was heavily critical on them and really nice to me because we were close, I felt like shit because this art student was being treated worse than me. Someone wit REAL talent not just good enough to get paid on twitter, this shit was museum level with just pencil, real talent was inferior to connections, power or money. Speaking of which I constantly hear people defending billionaires as if they did good, no they fucking didn’t why don’t you give your newborn to beff joe so he gives you a job. A job is literally designed to not let you progress, if you hear a politician saying ‘I made more jobs for the people’ the got paid a lot, they don’t give a shit, in fact those jobs could be directly putting money in their accounts right now. the rich are not your friend stupid bitch
(Wonder who the art person is? He’s my [ex]boyfriend🥰)
(😳really hope my [ex]boyfriend doesn’t see this, that would be embarrassing lol)

******THIS PART IS NEW******
My first bio had some thing about things I’d want to be called, as well as some other down bad things lol,,, my [ex]bf called me them and fulfilling my desires omggg. 
If anyone has a song I could sing to him ¡PLEASE DM ME!!!!!!!!!!
******above November update******
February ~~ what happened to synth??? I loved that music! 😭 now it’s gone


I spared you, my last bio reached 4000 characters lmao

first known recording of the oldest song (sumer is Icumen in)

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