Made in like an hour whatever blee blee bloop

Sunday

This pen will be used to write any and all stories, every lyric and every thought that comes from a certain cerebral cortex. This pen is merely an extension of the brain that leads this body and tells the hand to pick up this pen, put the tip to paper and let every thought flow like a faucet in a solitary kitchen. This pen is mightier than any word ever written.

Dreaming with Intention

We've got our tracks covered
Thanks to your older brother
It's not the moonlight that sets me off
It's not the money that makes me scoff
It's my impeccable disorder
Where I keep on falling for her
It's not the way my mother talks
It's not the people that she mocks
It's the nature of the experiment
It's the patterns of my temperment
It's the nature of the experiment
They're taking me in increments

We're halfway up the bracket
The rain comes through my jacket
It's not the stones inside my shoes
It's not the risk of what's to lose
It's an ancient Russian proverb
But I doubt it's ones that you've heard
It's not the cracks beneath the floor
It's not the fact that it's a chore
It's the nature of the experiment
It's the patterns of my temperment
It's the nature of the experiment
They're taking me in increments

Nature Of The Experiment cover

I took the polaroid down in my room
I'm pretty sure you have a new boyfriend
It's not as if I don't like you
It just makes me sad whenever I see it 

Cause you like to be gone most of the time
And I like to be home most of the time
If you stay in one place you lose my mind
You're a pretty impossible lady to be with 

[Chorus:]
Ali never met a bike that she didn't wanna ride
And I never met a Robin that I didn't like
Leni liked all the music I recommended
Even if she didn't, I wouldn't be offended 

I had a dream that I had to drive to Austin
To deliver a painting for some silly reason
I took a wrong turn and ended up in Michigan
Kimya Dawson took me to the giant tire swing
Gave her a push and I started singing
She sang along while she was swinging
The sound of our voices made us forget everything
That had ever hurt our feelings 

[Chorus]

Now I'm home for less than 24 hours
That's hardly time to take a shower,
Hug my family and take your picture off the wall
Check my email, write a song and make a few phone calls
Before it's time to leave again
I got one hand on the steering wheel one waving out the window
If I'm a mechaninc for the rest of my life
My cars will keep me warm on cold and lonely nights

Xavier Velasquez