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Sixth Floor
03:48
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should i call first for a you or an i
what's the distance to the next building?
i am fly sixth floor is a great height
advertise yourself on being high
from the xannies that threaten your anxiety to your bedroom jokes
golden memories
it feels like home
my feelings for you i question
idealistic chords i'll never find
make friends by the ocean
you are pretty with precision
your kinky bottom
once experienced freedom
may my dreams be blown in the wind
my babe forever be mine
i feel sorry it's such a failure but let's drink to life
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Second-hand Clothe
03:04
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my stomach aches from being lonely
my girl's just a picture on the wall
figure her out shaking her butt to some fucked up downtempo disco i don't wanna know
today the sun is shining down on my lucky second face
second hand clothe
the new girl wrote me a love note, a song about hope
my stomach aches from being lonely
my head aches sometimes too
i'd like to undo things i'd like to undo
everything just stopped but life went on you made your move
but girl come on you know we're both fucked up
i used to turn you on
you're the letter before the A
your minus seven made me pay
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The 90's Got Me Angry
03:18
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the girl started shouting so loud the others got dumb
the emptiness i feel for another round
did you see me walking down the street? the 90's got me angry
she dresses like a boy
i am filled with joy since i met her
what would i want more?
time passes by it feels sweeter
the sunshine in your eyes survives the storm better
is this paradise? are you an angel?
this is the wrong isle you took me to
why do we isolate? feeling blue
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Hospital Beds
02:19
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this is the end
the dream has stopped now that you're gone with another man
the new girl dresses like no one
the way she smiles at me it turns me on
red carpet her, she keeps throwing at me empty whisky bottles i might need surgery
let me bleed baby
the hospital beds are surprisningly comfortable
you've waited for me to be sharp again held my hand
but that never came
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Maintain The Forms
04:36
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wonder where you're coming from?
wonderful forms
your body's sweating, been in the sun all day
i can hardly see your face
from the inside i'd like to see her
things i can offer
follow me through the night, we'll make it right
'till six in the morning your body's so tight
the morning light
your eyes shine bright
i will wake up to no alarm
maintain the forms
this how we maintain the forms
my baby's up she's never late to school
shawty's got style when i watch her walk out of the room
the morning coffee is now ready for me to drink the magic potion
leave your house
from inside out i miss the flavour of your teen body riot
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top to bottom, shaking to some dance beat i feel lonesome
will i touch you before you leave?
your father's car's parking to the front porch
this is where we stop making this noise
nothing happens now that you're gone, but i still got the music on
you opened up my eyes don't be afraid, forever blind
virginity is forever i dialed the wrong number
would get lost in the mountains but i stopped at your door
you helped me out you took me out by the month of june
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Bathroom Store
02:59
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i'd like to live a sweet romance, but i'm too dumb for your eyes
my father is a sweet old man, he would die for my eyes
can i be your bathroome store?
can i be your candy store?
you're a bittersweet killer in the army of sisters i'll never have
support your brother, just like mr. Panda god Bear said
call me for any reason and i will call you back
your beauty still, the seasons change, my heart's back on tracks
i will love you forever if i could control time
tomorow is never but today is now
so many things to do before i die
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Timothée Sombrero Marseille, France
Musique pop faite d'amour et autres émotions contradictoires
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