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Aug 28

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Aug 27

every song i record starts with a quick run through where i do every part in one take. if i screw up then fuck it. its just to get a feel of the song. the finished product might not sound anything like the first cut. so here’s an example of that. “The Knots” is the first song I wrote for Dog Years. And it might be my favorite. Hope you like it!

Aug 24

Here’s an acoustic version of “Shining Star” off of upcoming Dog Years

Aug 15

"Sister Stone" off of upcoming Dog Years. Lyrics below!

sister stone is seventeen, she always wears a jacket
studies in the library, i’m always walking past it
sister stone is in fca, sometimes i go just to see her
and when they close their eyes to pray, i stare right at her
cuz i know what she wants and i know what she needs
my heart is an animal, i live across the street

sister stone’s got a swimming pool, she only puts her feet it in
so i incite a baptism, we wash away our sins
like i know what you’re thinking of when you are alone
your love is an animal, are your parents home?
you’re a little lion under the uniform
caught you in the garden all wide-eyed and soaking wet

you work the days and sleep the nights
makes your mama proud but i know your kind
always saying no, then letting it go

sister stone was born and raised behind white picket
she was taught to curse my name before she even said it
that weight that you’re carrying, we all need release
your body’s an animal, sister let me see
so come on little lion take off the uniform
caught up in the reason you’re shaking and out of breath

you work the days and waste the nights
it don’t make you proud to live that life
always wanting more than what you can afford

Aug 8

"romance on the radio" - last track on upcoming Dog Years. I had been trying to use this chord progression in a song for years now and i think i finally got something that works with it. lyrics below, you be the judge.

you can take me for a fool
everything i pass reminds me of you
strangers and places too
the way the buildings rise beneath the moon
on night time city streets
i want the whole wide world to look at me
passing through the faces beneath the marquee

and it should be a crime
cuz i paid with my life
let the record show

romance on the radio
it comes and it goes
oh is my face red
you know all my secrets

i enter a familiar place
the golden street, the dark cafe
where everybody knows my name
i’m only passing through, i’ve got to steal away
to night time city streets
where the whole wide world is looking at me
but i’ve got nothing real to say
it’s an illusion you see

and if that is a crime
then i’ll pay with my life
oh let the record show

romance on the radio
it comes and it goes
oh is my face red
we share the same secrets

the habits you choose
give you something to do
even though you’re alone
you still make coffee for two

Aug 2
Jul 22

here’s the first official song off of this little record called Dog Years im trying to do. Lyrics below so you can sing along.

Post-Grad

wasted and inspired, you almost set the house on fire
dropping your cigarettes
loveseat, stay over, kiss drunk then talk sober
i really do give a shit
what’s got you so forgetful
you were once a bright, see what had happened

and you blame it on your graduation
all those hands you shook shaking you apart
for any of a million reasons
twenty two and tired so connect the dots
a job that you can’t get
crushed by simple debt
can turn a good night bad, post-grad

problem ain’t special, some of us just hide it better
and blame it on bad luck
too late, expired, it’s too hard to hold that fever
when you’ve already been fucked
for being so damn pretentious
we were once good kids, showed such promise

but we blame it on our graduation
all those plans we made that we couldn’t start
for any of a million reasons
we were young and dumb so connect the dots
it’s work you don’t deserve
subtract it from your worth
makes the mornings such a drag, post-grad

night release, summer rain
cats hide, girls sleep
shit gets wet

Jul 19
on the sudden rain from my front porch in atlanta witnessed by me, sole sitter on said porch

if you listen well
real late at night
you can hear the ocean
laughing shoreways

what an asshole

Jul 18

teenage tangled she tastes
like pool water all
vulnerable bathing suit
behind tennis courts

it was june and now
it’s always june

Jul 18

something unstable
in the working world

my dog predicts
earthquakes

Jul 17

you sit front porch
stray cat like dry eyes
blowing smokeĀ 
at the neighbors’ windows
and you may like it
but the moon
hates you for it.

Jul 17

there is the big bang
and then there is the graveyard
by your house

which one is
terrifying?

Jul 17

the window pane fogs
to front the ocean
but it’s my soft reflection
that wrecks the view

Jul 17

the fat sun taught me
the connection between
all things

the itch of my skin
and
the length of my fingernails

Jul 17