so many memories
that i don't have
the first years of my life
gone away
but there's still few that linger
and cloud my mind

they called us to the living room
a fire burning
i sat next to him on the couch 
he looked so concerning
i grabbed my little baseball cap
and wore it like a shield
they said some words i can't recall
whats the deal

how two can go from loving one another
to two that love to torment each other

i packed my life up every week
for your utter sanity 
and i know there's no other way
for me to say
that i love you both 
all the same

I've never been told about the day
that you wore shades
he was leaving me 
on my own
but i don't blame him
he did what he had to
im glad he didn't go through
what i had too

(little) baseball cap

whistlerisaiah.bandcamp.com

there once was a kid 
a rough and tough kid 
he didn't have a name 
or so he said 
put a ribbon on his age 
and gave him fame 

i don't know myself 
well enough 
to tell you who i am 
so you can go 

i don't know myself 
well enough 
to tell you who i am 
so you can go 
tell your friends to run 
from what they know 
cause I'm about to show 
that I'm a new boy 
a new boy 

but i still don't know myself 
i still don't know myself 
i still don't know myself i am worn 
i still don't know myself

Credits:
written by: whistler allen
nathan stocker: guitar, ambience, drums, vox 
whistler allen: vox, piano

(new) boy

wasted by nathan stocker/brotherkenzie
here because original artist has unpublished this song 
no copyright infringement intended
source: https://brotherkenzie.bandcamp.com/

wasted

weekend story by brotherkenzie/nathan stocker

weekend story

track two of carver
owned by nathan stocker

carver

rocking chair

lost myself on sunday 
couldn’t recognize my hands 
found myself on monday 
what a joy to understand 

nothing’s like it was back then 

our secret is nowness 
left behind the window seat 
boy ruling the prowess there 
melded with that gobi heat 

nothing's like it was back then
credits:
nathan stocker/brotherkenzie

back then

mitchell seymour (yellow), whistler isaiah, and caleb hinz (blue). a story about a boy in pink.

(whistler)
every body every body 
listen to me carefully
sympathy is sympathy 
but sympathy it isn't free
i just woke up 
but this still feels like a dream

he just moved out 
pink's on his way
they said he got there yesterday
now yellow and blue 
they're here to stay
but still feel like they gotta play

i just woke up 
but this still feels like a dream

(mitch)
and it's not so bad
and it's not so cold
and it's not so sad
in the neutral zone

layin awake in bed
tryin to clear his head
lookin back is a waste of time
better to just forget the past

(3527) Holmes Avenue

I am your paper cut 
Maybe I’m your only one
And if you’re lucky like I was
Then I’m your last paper cut

But you’re the lips that suck me up 
Fill your mouth with your own blood 
I’m so lucky that I was 
You’re one and only paper cut 

Violent like the flesh I touch 
Hope you’re feeling better, love 
Cause all I ever wanted was
To be your fucking paper cut 

Your hate is what I’m made from 
I lust for your skin, so tough 
All I ever wanted was
To be your fucking paper cut 
All I ever wanted was
To be your fucking paper cut

(3527) Holmes Avenue

whistler isaiah

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