bangers only

We Were promised jetpacks

Drive

We Were Promised Jetpacks

For Those Scottish Times

Fat Chance

Enjoy the View

Blood, Sweat, Tears

What I Know Now

Not Me Anymore

All That Glittered

I Wish You Well

Funeral

John is a homeless. 
John is a priest.
John is a witness.
John is a beast. 
John is a weirdo. 
John is a thief. 
John is a wino. 
Listen, bleed, weep.

Owl John is Scott Hutchison, Andy Monaghan & Simon Liddell.
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Owl John

Ten Tons Of Silence

Strangers to Ourselves

Sugar Boats

The Moon & Antarctica

3rd Planet

Miike Snow

Song For No One

Animal

B-Sides & Rarities

The Chauffeur (2005 Remaster)

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The Midnight Organ Fight

Head Rolls Off

Waking at Dawn

Sonic Boom

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These Four Walls

An Almighty Thud

In the Pit of the Stomach

Sore Thumb

Act on Impulse

Nocturnal

Involved

Unravelling

Disconnecting

produced by @lederrick_ and @johnny_goth
mastered by @neekattack

west coast thrillin, all night chillin
smoking though the morning to suppress these feelings
streets so vivid, people so livid
not a soul safe in the world that we're living
no pop pillin, backwood sealing
but my brother staring at a styrofoam ceiling
east coat feeling, i don't like to feel it
so i spend my morning staring at the earth's ceiling

I know you won't miss me, like i miss you
cause i'm a fuckin fool
i know you won't miss me, like i miss you
cause i'm a fuckin fool

that's that, shawty snapped
this time think she don't want me back
that's that, that's that
that's that, shawty snapped
this time think she don't want me back
that's that, that's that
time passed, too fast
next year think i'm going up next
that's that, that's that
let bygones, be bygones
we don't gotta shed tears no more
we don't gotta shed tears no more

and I left home, i hope that's cool
I'm in west LA i've been acting a damn fool
like that's cool, like that's cool
i don't wanna go back to the damn east coast, goin ghost, give a toast to my brand new post
and I don't needa sell my soul 
(next year think i'm going up next)
i know all good things gotta come to an end
but i'm 19 swearing that it's all pretend
think I lost my mind and I lost my friends but I'm 19 swearing that it's all pretend, ohwoah

I know you won't miss me, like I miss you
cause i'ma fuckin fool
ohwoah, you won't miss me
 I promise you
cause i'ma fuckin fool
i know you won't miss me, like i miss you
you don't miss me like i miss you
cause i'ma fuckin fool

that's that, shawty snapped
this time think she don't want me back
that's that, that's that
time passed, too fast 
next year think i'm going up next
that's that, that's that
that's that, shawty snapped
this time think she don't want me back
that's that, that's that
let bygones be bygones
we don't gotta shed tears no more
we don't gotta shed tears no more

west coast thrillin, all night chilling
smokin through the morning to suppress these feelings
streets so vivid, people so livid
not a soul safe in the world that we're livin
no pop pillin, backwood sealing 
seven mornings staring at a styrofoam ceiling 
east coast feeling, i don't like to feel it
so i spend my morning staring at the earth's ceiling

(guitar solo by me)

west coast thrillin, all night chilling
smokin through the morning to suppress these feelings
streets so vivid, people so livid
not a soul safe in the world that we're livin
no pop pillin, backwood sealing 
but my brother staring at a styrofoam ceiling 
east coast feeling, i don't like to feel it
so i spend my morning staring at the earth's ceiling