Drunk rivers of gold 
Now we’re passing the time 
Feeling tired and old 
And I want it to be over tonight
Light a cigarette, puff
And it's like I’m in a movie
Nothing’s ever enough
I really needed you to move me 
Tonight 

So make a good thing out of me babe 
I wanna light up in a dark place
With you
Make a good thing out of me babe 
Put your hands around my cold waist 
And move 
Make a good thing outta 

Baby we got the basics
And the summer’s alive
Wasn’t sure if you’d make it 
But I got my party dress tonight 
We’re all so wasted now 
You think you better slow this down
We’re all so wasted now 
So why can’t you just stick around 

And make a good thing out of me babe 
I wanna light up in a dark place
With you
Make a good thing out of me babe 
Put your hands around my cold waist 
And move 
Make a good thing outta 

And it all slows down 
And I’m on my way
Make the music loud 
‘Til the world shakes 
Writing words in the dust 
I could write you a letter
Cos I just wanna be up
I just wanna make it better

So make a good thing out of me babe 
Stay with me on the last train home 
Make a good thing out of me babe
You don’t have to tell me that I’m not alone 

So make a good thing out of me babe 
I wanna light up in a dark place
With you
Make a good thing out of me babe 
Put your hands around my cold waist 
And move 
Make a good thing outta

Last Train Home

Polaroid Lovers

Take The High Road

No Hands

Amsterdam

Written, Produced & mixed by Twen
Drums performed & engineered by Forrest Raup

I do my own stunts (I do my own)
I do my own stunts (I do my own)
Anything you want, yeah, anyone
Everything you dream
Think it's all pretend now 'til you start
Picking up your feet
All those miles behind you
Are you tired of landing on your knees?
It's a risk for sure, I might be sore
Anything you dream
I do my own stunts (I do my own)
I think I'm sight impaired
I would be careful, exiting this beat
Marching on without me
Do you think that I made the scene?
Think I'm still on fire, but when I look, I'm cool as I could be
Think it's all pretend, now everything
Anything you dream
I do my own stunts, (I do my own)

By motorbike or plane
You need extreme motion
To get through these days
By boat or bike or plane
You need extreme motion
Check me out

Do you keep in mind, before we start
Crashing in your dreams?
You should be highly paid, union made
And safer with the beat

By motorbike or plane
You need extreme motion
To get through these days
By boat or bike or plane
You need extreme motion
Make it look so easy, make it look so easy
'Cause when the birds fly, they don't need a reason
Make it look so easy, make it look so easy
'Cause when the birds fly, they don't need a reason

Sick and tired of inaction to pending doom
You've got a gun to your head, but err the side of caution
Smoking tires on the asphalt gets to you
You see me painted in red
I'm wide awake, not falling
Ripping lines at the afters, we're leaving soon
Believe you're already dead
You're wide awake, not falling

stunts

Stunts

Pruning

Cross The Line

Medicine Man

Medicine Man (Acoustic)

White Sharks

so follow me down

4:05

William Fitzsimmons is a singer, songwriter and guitarist.  He is considered the greatest whisper rock artist of all time.  His music has been described as “a bummer” and “dude, work that stuff out on your own time” and yet here we are on his SoundCloud page, LOVING his music.  If you’ve seen him live, well, you’ve seen him live.  So, good for you - why are you bragging about it?  If you haven’t well, maybe you should?  He’s been to a lot of places and seen a lot of things.

This is what bios have become in the age of Twitter...frankly, this one is already too long.

Amsterdam

William Fitzsimmons

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