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soft glow
02:11
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i hate how the morning looks coming over top of the place im stuck 'cause the light is soft + the paths are quiet,
it almost feels like i don't despise it but i do,
i'm still not in love with you, luke,
what's the point of swimming,
i float when i lay still
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money sink
00:48
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throw all my money down the sink until it sticks,
clogs up a flood and now i'm drowning but im rich, at least, that's right, i think,
i dwell uncomfortably between debt and suicide,
i don't worry 'bout my family,
i don't worry 'bout my pride,
i don't worry 'bout a thing yeah i dont really try to think,
maybe i should learn a trade so i can fix my fuckin' sink,
god damn.
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i don't ride my bike
01:52
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i'm sorry you were right,
it turns out that i don't have time,
to do the things i like,
so i won't even try,
spiders moved into my bike seat,
i don't have the heart to post,
the eviction note i wrote,
so i'll leave them alone,
besides it's kind of nice,
i don't ride my bike.
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i want 2 dr0wn
01:39
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i want to drown,
i think it would feel nice,
if i could kick the overwhelming fear of pain and drugs i guess that i'd be fine,
to fill myself with salt and float into the darkness weighted down with all the worthlessness i host,
i wanna drown,
but in a normal way? i want the lights to flicker out i want the noise to go away is that so bad?
is it really all that weird,
i just want some peace and quiet do i have to say it? give it to me
sinking kicking screaming maybe contributing something am i breathing am i dreaming, oh
take a minute try your breathing by the door,
look outside decide to turn around and lay down on the floor.
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Crocodile Princess in her reptilian best,
wanders through the swamp to find a magic place to rest, i need you,
get off the goddamn couch,
you're helping no one out when your moods that sour, i fuckin need you
Crocodile Princess in their scaley fucking best, i need you,
wandering through swamps to find a magic place to rest, i need you,
open your goddamn eyes and lift a fuckin finger for once in your life, i need you
set yourself up to fail,
how did you get this far with a heart so frail?
cut it out.
cut it out.
cut it out
cutitout.
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luke knowles Melbourne, Australia
Luke Knowles is a Melbourne based acoustic punk/human with no band. Writing stuff with too many instruments and playing some shows with much less.
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