Lucilla
Puedo El Ivera, Algo Mas
Mi Podria Tomar, Julio Hagar
DeJame Su Numero Dama
Lucilla! Lucilla!
Esto Es Un Seuana
Sus Labios, Afeitado
Cuanto más, avanzas
Se vuelve más empinado
Cuanto menos traigas
dar más lejos
Games Will Be Played
This last 8, seconds might land me,
In front of, the big boss,
And there will be games
Games will get played
Just don’t, get, burned
Yellow Clouds
Went down a little more and I’ll show you there's a way to open,
Up this piece of memory and watch it all decay and I won’t,
Ever stop to question it because a sunny day
And now you know
Hey, where you think you’re running?
I guess it’s supposed to
Rain down yellow clouds and I’m just giving you a good fair warning.
Stories
And you, you always were, the one to make me lie.
I wanted to live, just larger than life, and this you brought in me….
This belief….
And I don’t try
And I,
Tell Stories
And I,
Tell Stories
I know you find me, a little bit shady, like that boy Kevin Spacey,
We were so much younger, back then.
These lies we were saying, were lives we were chasing, but we wasted our time
A whole lot of patience, is what my family paid me, but they never said that they wasted, their time!
Break Rice Eat Strife
It cuts like fire, it leaves a mark,
and burned and blistered it all leaves a mark
Ooo he smells like whiskey, yeah like burning leaves,
he is breaking through the seams.
Push Once, Push Twice
The melted plastic, smoke silt sand,
a question asked before the fire began
How’s your memory, did you forget,
you just sit there like you give a shit.
Go It On The Dollar
She wants the money because she wants to sue the doctor,
He left her helpless because her brain don’t work like she wants
How she has changed
Don’t think we’ll ever be the same
It's hard to tell you, it's tough to speak, with my eyes closed I'm shaking
You got the money, you control the house,
You’re not my aunt, you’re our boss now.
When were still young, on the porch you’d smoke I’d listen,
back when I was still naive
Before your love of money, way before you met charlie,
back when life was still so sweet
And I don’t believe, you could turn out like,
my grandfather Lori
I know the truth about you,
just hope your sister don’t too-oo-ooo.
I know the truth about you,
I’m sorry for what he did to you.
Sitting Rock
You’re sitting on a rock in the middle of the beach
You didn’t wear shoes, now you’ve fucked up your feet.
And you’re lost, but you don’t want to find
The reason surrounding people are smiling
When you’re sad
Just Look to the Sea
Life ain’t so bad
I don’t think you are, crazy
You’ve shut all your doors, you won’t let us in
Another sad sorry that we will forget
Please, Please, Please, look to the sea
I know that it always makes you happy.
Credits
Mason McCroskey - Guitar, Keys, Saxophone, Vocals
Laki Ah Hi - Guitar, Vocals
Nathan Golla - Bass, Vocals
Bill Wilcox - Drums, Vocals
Mastering
Polaris Studios
Producer
Nathan Golla @ Khind of Records
