You have a very unique sound that you've made your own and I love to listen to your music to see where you are taking it next.
Awesome music, Connor.
Lyrics:
Bedded on the cold sleet
With a pillow of concrete
Cold, thin air turning my gut
On the corner of Mar Street
With numb feet, we can meet
To take in all the rubbish smut
O-be-joyful to a wreck
Metal and appendage both connect
Passing round a couple of fourths
Over by the iron horse
I don’t want this to be over yet
So…
I’m laying like a broke stick
I’m all stiff, like a cold brick
Pounding headache nausea cough
We got a bad sick
That came quick, that we can’t kick
Bus stop benches feeling coarse and rough
O-be-joyful by all means
Chemical bottle elixir streams
Bastards, Brats and Losers
Beggars, Bleeders and Bluesers
Don’t wake me up from this dream
So…
O-be-joyful to you and me
Scoring and slinging from the streets
Been through it over and over
Clutching to a four leaf clover
Still haven’t made 2 ends meet
O-be-joyful by all means
Chemical bottle elixir streams
Bastards, Brats and Losers
Beggars, Bleeders and Bluesers
Don’t wake me up from this dream
So…
You have a very unique sound that you've made your own and I love to listen to your music to see where you are taking it next.
Awesome music, Connor.
Aw thanks :)
I wanna see where i can take it too
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