1. |
21
05:06
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Think I’ll take another fucking walk today
To think about the things I want to grow
And I’ll fill my house with raspberries, apricots, rosemary
Pretend I’ve got a green thumb when I don’t
‘Cause I don’t
Songs are tough and worn like mental jewelry
I wear them like emeralds on my hands
Like learning my own remedies
Where words are pearls and melodies
Is all the shit I keep inside my head
I’m full of life
But I’m so tired
Am I a liar?
Or just having fun?
I’m high on life
But I’m still tired
I’m not a liar
No, I’m just 21
No, I’m just 21
And I wear this blouse to show what I am offering
It’s see-through, has a collar ‘round the neck
And what my brothers think of me
Should not be my identity
I guess that I’m not used to this stuff yet
And I’m full of life
But I’m so tired
Am I a liar?
Or just having fun?
I’m high on life
But I’m so tired
I’m not a liar
No, I’m just 21
No, I’m just 21
No, I’m just 21
No, i’m just 21
No, I’m just
And I could not fake it
Oh I hate it when the sun goes down
I feel so vacant
I lie awake inside of my parents house
Can they hear me now?
I’m full of life
But I’m so tired
Am I a liar?
Or just having fun?
And I’m high on life
And I’m still tired
I’m not a liar
No, I’m just 21
No, I’m just 21
No, I’m just 21
No, I’m just 21
No, I’m just 21
No, I’m just 21
No, I’m just 21
No, I’m just
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2. |
Combs
00:48
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I love you man.
Um, I’m hoping you’re having an amazing day.
‘Cause it’s your birthday.
You're an incredibly talented, special human being in my life and I adore you to pieces.
So with that, I bid you adieu and I hope you have a wonderful day with your family, friends, I don’t know what you’re doing in this weird corona-ville but I hope you’re doing something fun.
Love you man, hope to talk to you soon. Have a good one.
She’s 21
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3. |
Wasteland
05:51
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Got this knock-off divination
I put it in my tunes
I’m on the corner of creation
But never follow through
I like walking ‘round the college
The gates are painted green
They got redwoods in their gardens
But no sobriety
These mosquitoes keep on sewing
Their bites between my knees
But my love is ever-knowing
She spits ice into my seams
I was talking to the barkeep
With her streaks of silver-gray
And she smiled and called me “Honey”
And she turned my ass away
‘Cause I know what I’m seeing
The wasteland is just a pit
Of my own deceit
God I’m too young to feel like this
There’s a beetle on my screen door
With iridescent wings
And I’ll write him into my score
So he’ll live eternally
Summer’s looking pretty slack-jawed
I take him by the roots
It’s the taming of a stray dog
And the kindness I mistook
‘Cause I know what I’m seeing
The wasteland is just a pit
Of my own deceit
God I’m too young to feel like this
‘Cause I know what I’m seeing
The wasteland is just a pit
Of my own deceit
God I’m too young to feel like this
To feel like this
To feel like this
To feel like this
To feel like this
To feel like this
To feel like this
To feel like this
To feel like this
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4. |
Stick Around
04:46
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Won't you fold your head into my knee
That emerald bruise, it's on your cheek
And I'll hold each breath you give to me
Like peppermint and rosemary
As I'm drowning in the river
Somethings never end
As the hand of god delivers
This honey to my head
And my friends, they're feasting softly
They're teeth don't make a sound
And I'd give them my whole body
But they never stick around
Sawyer, won't you call me sweet
Put on my shirt, go slow on me
And I'll stay here ‘til you say your piece
Untie the silk around my knees
As I'm drowning in the river
Somethings never end
As the hand of god delivers
This honey to my head
And my friends, they're feasting softly
They're teeth don't make a sound
And I'd give them my whole body
But they never stick around
Now I'm drowning in the river
I know it never ends
As the hand of god delivers
And the hand of god will win
And my friends, they're feasting softly
They're teeth don't make a sound
And I'd give them my whole body
But they never stick around
And my friends they're feasting softly
They're teeth don't make a sound
And I'd give them my whole body
But they never stick around
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5. |
Tangerine
06:52
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And I never thought that I'd save my praise
For the song-less prayer for the opulent days
When I met my maker, looked him in the face
For the lost return of my childhood haze
And I never thought that I'd meet my match
In a parking lot outside the pumpkin patch
With your auburn hair, the way you tied it back
So I left my date, didn't even look back
Never believed anything I was told
'Cause my mother left when I was twelve years old
And I slept outside under the old orange grove
Eating tangerines for a sunken soul
Soul soul
Soul
A little compassion is too much to ask
Of the old white men buying books with cash
Say I "take too long" so they're talking smack
And I quit I'm not paid enough for that
'Cause I spent my whole life thinking I was wrong
For questioning things, for writing songs
For forgetting choreography I was shown
For feeling the things that I've always known
And there is so much that I'll never know
Why this fox it follows everywhere I go
From the church we pass into the grocery store
Even when I ask, he waits at my front door
Door
Door
Door
Never had faith in my life before
'Til I found my god at the department store
Where you worked the night shift and got off at four
So I'd wait for you up on the kitchen floor
And I think the worst part of growing up
Is starting to hate the ones you used to love
And you sit there staring in the dining room
And you try to love them but they hate you too
And you try to hate them but they love you too
Think I'll make it to the pearly gates?
'Cause I know I've seen better when I saw your face
Make Saint Peter crumble under all that grace
All that good in you outweighed all my hate
Yea, I think I'll leave, now it's time to go
'Cause I've slept in this grave 'bout a month or so
And if I don't leave now then I'll never go
I'll eat tangerines in my new found home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
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Nolune Los Angeles, California
Nolune is a musical collaboration between Nolyn Ducich and Daniel Bermudez based in Los Angeles. Their sound meshes garage
rock sonics with singer-songwriter sensibilities.
“Carver”, the first single off their upcoming EP, was released in August of 2023.
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