Stop the screams on the second floor, I'm more nervous then I should be
You've satisfied my sacred sould, and I don't feel like this should proceed
Thank you miss on the 30th floor, you're more kind then you should ever be
But I don't want your sales, I'm fine with living in hell, cause there's no place that I'd rather be
I bet you're tired of waking up on my floor
Best call it a week and start heading home
Because you don't know what I'm looking for
False relations walking in through my door
A job, a God, a life a love
But it ain't no faith I'm trying to score
I don't want you hear anymore
Place your bets on the irony and the ammount you've invested in me
Only want to give what I've thrown away as a testament to feeling complete
You got a stranger fate than my own escape, you got more shame than you could ever need
Jeez, thank you miss on the 30th floor, you're more kind than you should ever be!
I bet you're tired of waking up on my floor
Best call it a week and start heading home
Because you don't know what I'm looking for
False relations walking in through my door
A job, a God, a life a love
But it ain't no faith I'm trying to score
I don't want you hear anymore
It's in my brain, I've gone insane,
They won't get out, they won't get out
And in my head, I want them dead
They won't get out, I want them out
They only see what I could be
They never doubt, they won't get out
Oh, I can't believe I entertain their dreams of what they want for me
I bet you're tired of waking up on my floor
Best call it a week and start heading home
Because you don't know what I'm looking for
False relations walking in through my door
A job, a God, a life a love
But it ain't no faith I'm trying to score
I don't want you hear anymore
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Stop the screams on the second floor I'm more nervous than I should be
You got a stranger fate than my own escape, you got more shame than you could ever need
Thank you miss on the 30th floor, you're more kind than you should ever be,
But I don't want your sales, I'm fine with livin' in hell, cause there's no place that I'd rather be
I bet you're tired of waking up on my floor
Best call it a week and start heading home
Because you don't know what I'm looking for
False relations walking in through my door
A job, a God, a life a love
But it ain't no faith I'm trying to score
I don't want you hear anymore
credits
from Thank God For Wood,
released April 22, 2015
Written, recorded, produced, mastered and performed by Harriers Of Discord
Wild West themes, power surf and punk rock cooked up into one turbulent jam that’ll spin you through scorching deserts,
relentless waves, secular terrains and outer space dynasties.
Female fronted and formed in 2014 (LA based, now residents of Asheville, NC) the trio will knock you down and pick you up again with an eclectic range of instrumental scores, haunting ballads and frenetic riffs....more
Everything WJLP touches turns to gold. Not one lyric, guitar riff nor organ shred has fell under par of the brilliance you'd expect and his voice is comparable to seven angels singing at once. Harriers Of Discord
God I love this album,unlike the others this music feels a bit more free.like there was less forced polishing,less overthinking put into it,just pure music. Everytime I listen to this album I get goosebumps.the sounds are just glorious, it’s as if the sounds are moving between the folds of my brain like a stick floating,following the path of a river. sethalogical