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Plainview - Intuition
04:29
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Halogens - Captian
03:25
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Strung out on no sleep
My eyes feel like concrete
I wanna be what my friends see
And what makes them happy
I'll find myself finding things to hold onto
Nothing is permanent, where are you?
I'd like to keep thinking
I am what I'm drinking
I am no captain
My ship is sinking
Everyone I know
Has become complacent
While I'm stuck with thinking
Monotony is dangerous
You'll find yourself finding things to hold onto
Nothing is permanent, where are you?
I'd like to keep thinking
I am what I'm drinking
I am no captain
My ship is sinking
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I have this vision
Of a brunette in sweats
Sitting on top of my bed
Legs crossed
Her Hair tossed up into
A bun on the top of her head
We’d sit.
We’d talk and laugh
About our stupid pasts
And how
We thought we would never recover
Then we found eachother then
Wait wait….wait
No that'd never happen
Nicholas Sparks didn’t write my life
No I’m just a lonely kid
I may have dreamed too big
But I refuse to let this sadness win again and
in real life it’s just me
standing in the rain
You're a state of mind
You’re not a destination
I wasted months on passing time
My fragile mind could not accept
You were content
With my replacement
but how do I do this
get through it
if proven true, then it’s useless
I’m stupid now
more than ever
for trusting you(‘ve)
split us into (in two)
into a true illusion
an allusion to a could’ve been.
should’ve been?
honestly
I see no future in this
Give me the strength to make it home
Give back those shirts and hats you stole
Your lease is up your done
My heart and head are not your home
in real life it’s just me
standing in the rain
You're a state of mind
You’re not a destination
I wasted months on passing time
My fragile mind could not accept
You were content
With my replacement
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Khees - Warning
03:04
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The thing that keeps you sound asleep is exactly what keeps me up at night.
There’s something in your closet. Too afraid to look, afraid of what you’ll find.
Keep saying whatever you need to say to stay sane.
But when the same old dose just isn’t enough you’ll need a new drug to feel the same.
I’m constantly dwelling on those second thoughts, the things I lack.
Tired of feeling worthless. Just another grain of sand in the hourglass.
You’ll watch me slip right through the cracks.
(New pain, old wounds)
I’ll watch you stab yourself in the back.
(All skin, no bones)
Torture me like a nightmare.
I’ll tell myself it’s gonna be alright.
What keeps you sound asleep keeps me at night.
I’m flawed, obsessive, and self-engrossed. At least the life I live is a life I chose.
I can’t just slave away digging out my grave.
What keeps you sound asleep keeps me up at night.
There’s something in your closet. Too afraid to look, afraid of what you’ll find.
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She says,
“Say it with conviction,
So I can believe that you mean it,
Oh I’ll believe it when I see it,
like these books that I’ve been reading,
your periods are open ended,
like the messages you’re sending in diverted eyes and halfway smiles,
You’re speaking floor tiles,
you’re speaking floor tiles.
Will you be there, when I need you to be there?”
And I said
“I hate the color of the walls, the crimson of your lips,
and all the times that you called made me
angsty and nervous ,
I hate the way that you phrase things like you’re gonna say them,
And you never say them.”
Maybe if I made you hate me enough I could just walk away,
Maybe if I made you hate me enough I could just walk away,
So,
Say what you gotta say,
and take what you gotta take,
I’m like a mass market paperback;
You’ll find me some place,
Just fuckin’ pick me up and walk away.
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Devon Goods - Michigan
04:06
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I'm going back east to the place that I call home
Wish there was a wall blockading my front door
I'd made an impact now I'm just the ground awaiting the fall
Part of the mesh now clinging to the pores
I guess I'm home
I'm sure your touched
It's hard to open up the door
walk inside, it's all behind me, a memory
Ten hours of highway staring down my back
And lungs unprepared for the familiar air
I am home, where I don't belong
Am I where I should be
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JNMF - Life
03:13
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We shared a cigarette when you turned twenty-one
You caught my eye but I’m surprised you gave me sun
A little light to break the January gloom
Red roses soon to bloom
I can’t catch these stars on my own
I can’t light the fire in your soul
I don’t know the way into your heart
Please show me
I dream every night of your lips against mine
Gently, softly, slowly
We drank honey whiskey while the saints all came undone
We talked until the yellow moon was on the run
I drove home as the sky burned embers in the night
And brought the daylight
I can’t catch these stars on my own
I can’t light the fire in your soul
I don’t know the way into your heart
Please show me
I dream every night of your lips against mine
Gently, softly, slowly
Though soon I’m leaving town
I’ll still be back around
These hopeful eyes are all that I’ll bring
This dreamer’s lost before
I’ll still come back for more
Dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat in the spring
I can’t catch these stars on my own
I can’t light the fire in your soul
I can’t catch these stars on my own
I can’t light the fire in your soul
I don’t know the way into your heart
Please show me
I dream every night of your lips against mine
Gently, softly, slowly
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