It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer
The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other
About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother
Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week
And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak
It's a ton to ignore with no way to debrief
You can spin your wheels but the deeper I'll sink

I got a house and a yard in the middle of nowhere
I have a wife and a dog and a half-a-kid somewhere

I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week
And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak
Yeah the money's alright, I guess that's a relief
I learned to love the bomb now the bomb loves me

Oh now
We have a lot to remember
We have a lot to remember

It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer
The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other
About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother
Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

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Rat-Level

speed trials (elliot smith)

XTACY - Prod.mp333 (SLOWED+REVERB)

Transmission Intermission 
Heads
Released 30/6/25
When people just don't care, and there is no pause button.

Transmission Intermission

metacognition: underscored.

Autumn leaves are falling all around
and soon the winter frost will chill the ground
I'm frightened when you talk of letting go
Somewhere inside, someone I used to know

Time is going faster than the eye can see
you turn around one day and then you're old
your eyes tell me you don't know who I am today
I wanna stop the film, put life on hold
you're in the fall

You take me back to 1965
I'm in your kitchen feelin so alive
love flow thru me crystal clear and pure
where is it now, in this stony moor?

Time is going faster than the eye can see
you turn around one day and then you're old
your eyes tell me you don't know who I am today
I wanna stop the film, put life on hold
you're in the fall

You look at me as if you wanna say
swear you won't remember me this way
the sun bursts into view, the clouds disperse
then beeping sounds, a tone, a frantic nurse

Time is going faster than the eye can see
you turn around one day and then you're old
your eyes tell me you don't know who I am today
I wanna stop the film, put life on hold
you're in the fall

you're in the fall
you're in the fall

In The Fall

Taken from the album "Leftover Land" available now: tr.ee/LeftoverLand

Website: tr.ee/ElephantRunWeb

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Recorded in July 2022 in São Lourenço, Minas Gerais - Brazil

Written by Elephant Run

Vocals, Piano - Amanda Wahlström Plantin
Guitar - Fernando Coelho
Bass - Renato Cortez
Drums - Ladislau Kardos

Recorded & mixed by Renato Cortez at Mato Records (MG - Brazil)
Mastered by Jonas Siöström at Dynamic Audio (Malmö - Sweden)

Collage & cover artwork by Fernando Coelho

Lyrics:

Are we yet immune
To what we are defying?
Did we give up too soon? 
Will they know we were trying? 
We might have caused pain 
But we are all just a drop in the rain 

We drifted lightly through the mist, with shuttered eyes, still, we persist 

The gap is diffuse
But the fall is quite short 
We’ve got plenty to lose 
But nothing to fight for 
It’s easy to stray
When the winds keep on blowing our way

We’re drifting lightly through the mist, with open eyes, still, we persist 

Is it real? 
Do we want to know? 
Are we real? 
Will we ever know? 
Make it real!
Or make us feel like we tried once more, cause we’re unsure  

Make it real!
Are we real?
Is it real?
Are we real?
Make it real!
Are we real? 
Make it real!

Leftover Land

Make It Real

I think I'm paranoid (Garbage)

Slowly Congealed Remake of Twin Fantasy

High To Death (The War Turtles)

little hornets in my mouth and crawling out my eyes
take me back to winter, i can’t stand to see you cry
she said “i don’t want to leave you but this hornet’s gotta fly,
i don’t love you anymore, i don’t want to die”


break my heart into 6 pieces and throw them to the wind
let me be reborn an angel, let me start again
stab at me with stingers, wrap my arms and legs in scars
if that’s what it takes i’ll let you rip my limbs apart

little hornets crawling in my skin and in my head
leave my body here, i swear you’ll love me when i’m dead
wrap me up in linen, bury me with my guitar
now that god’s abandoned me return me to the stars

little hornets

blood - starry cat

what do you create, when you are this infinite?

metacognition: underscored.

walo, the underscore.