Written by: Theodore Klein, Curt Schibli, Chris Corsico, Jarrah McCleary
Lyrics by: Curt Schibli & Theodore Klein
Theodore Klein (Vocals) Curt Schibli (Guitar, Vocals) Chris Corsico (Synth) Jarrah McCleary (Keys, Drum Programming, Bass)
Produced by: Theodore Klein, Curt Schibli & Jarrah McCleary
Mixed by: Jason Staniulis
Mastered by Sterling (Joe LaPorta)

Dog Days

Good 2 Yourself

Flicker

Cloaked

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This is Will Joseph Cook's new track 'Beach' - taken from his new EP 'Proof Enough'.

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Proof Enough EP

Beach (I Wanna Make You Mine)

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Morning House (feat. Charles Fauna)

Just Because

Counting ticks from the clock
It's a morning too modest

She's finding parts of my face
Funny looking and anxious

It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I’ve figured out a way to make amends

”Could you cut open all of my chest
I'm already too restless

Of course I'm feeling depressed
Find a way we could use it”

It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I’ve figured out a way to make amends

My my my
We’re pretenders
We’re beaming
We’re the signs of our time
My my
Oh whatever

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I’ve figured out a way to make amends


Writers: Fredrik Gustafsson, Rassmus Björnson, Agrin Rahmani, Gabriel Dahlbeck
Producers: Fredrik Gustafsson, Rassmus Björnson, Agrin Rahmani

Guts

Flowers & Superpowers

Starsign

You Never Fake It

Cloaked

Woolf and the Wondershow