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Here It Comes

by Electric Coconut

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Can This Even Be Called Music? Raise the volume, not only because the mixing is a bit quiet, but because this album is made of absolute fire! I have to give high praise to Angel’s versatile voice and impressive range.
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1.
Golden Hour 05:28
Whipping boy, patsy, fall guy Your chew toy, fancy, swallow your sigh Take a crack at his back anytime your scapegoat don’t know no different, it’s in his bloodline Your tired eyes compliment the cement They turn so grey and dry, no solvent You break the lights, you think you’re bright, you punish him for your mistakes, the promises you’ve broken You tie him down like he can’t break free You push him ‘round and choke him out like he can’t breathe Slander words only hurt if you please Hunches lead to punches derived from mystery But he’s golden in the golden hour or really any time of day Something 'bout his wholesome humble power I wouldn’t want him any other way The girls can try to break his heart but they will miss his tender touch, his helping hand, his willingness Koala tea, of you dear, I’ll take a sip You’re hot to kiss, you warm me up a lot a bit You can try to break his mind but he won’t budge Take a stab he’ll just feel a nudge, he’ll overcome Whose to say it’s not okay, whose to judge the scapegoat whose a lion too stuck in your mud But he’s golden in the golden hour or really any time of day Something 'bout his wholesome humble power I wouldn’t want him any other way
2.
Funeral Song 03:28
Paint a picture of this feeling Get our fingerprints on the ceiling From the chandelier we’ll be swinging From the speakers our ears will be ringing Put your hardships in a tomb, shake up a bottle of sultry gloom Put some tunes on in the afternoon, after awhile you’ll be dead soon In the meantime celebrate rhyme and all the sunsets and sunrises If you do, you’ll find it’s true, you’ll find there’s no surprises We’ll cook you up something tasty Before your face gets pale and pasty Throw some flowers in your nature grave Drink wine in your honor, for the time you’ve payed Now you know it’s not your fault, you must take everything will a grain of salt The happenings today will pass and place itself in a time vault What matters tomorrow may be filled with pain and sorrow So live for now and soon allow yourself to find time’s still borrowed Paint a picture of this moment Get our fingerprints all up on it From the chandelier we’ll write sonnets From the speakers our ears will be potent Put your hardships in my hand, I’ll sprinkle them all over the land You are so much more than all you are, so much more than just a man And like the wind blows you’ll be pushed and we’ll all follow so breathe the air and soon prepare to take the breath you’ll swallow
3.
Wear me like denim baby, pull me around your hips I wanna feel your anger maybe, just wanna feel your lips I wanna know your danger darling, a magic I can’t resist So wear my like denim baby, just wanna feel your kiss You pull me into your Mood Indigo Slithering legs, you end, I begin, soft hisses on your neck I’ll be running late, your lips a sedative flush your thighs into my fingertips Our own galaxy of rainbow colored lights Wear me like denim baby, pull me around your hips I wanna feel your anger maybe, just wanna feel your lips I wanna know your danger darling, a magic I can’t resist So wear my like denim baby, just wanna feel your kiss I’m melting into your lava lap Magma gushing out of me like SAP Such a pussycat for your affections devotions daunting when your desire’s drenched in good intentions Like smoke we’ll be rising higher vanish out of time Wear me like denim baby, pull me around your hips I wanna feel your anger maybe, just wanna feel your lips I wanna know your danger darling, a magic I can’t resist So wear my like denim baby, just wanna feel your kiss You pull me Indigo You pull me in to go
4.
Oliphant 05:31
Oliphant Touches Ivory Clutches lightning between our hands the thunder came when you did Turn the page over start fresh tonight brush the pain off your shoulder the stars don’t always align smithereens of sunshine figurines with pasted smiles oh the light of day hasn’t touched your face for days but think, what if it’s too late? it might be great for a change of state time to compensate for the expressionless demise unfortunately you think its good style no you form a maze and float on over the other way olliiiii, your infrasound energy all around don’t make the night turn cold until your ears flap with a seismic clap, we’d be silly not to listen to you and your nüvüdü, oli they want to take your tusks, take your home take everything that you own take your sister’s strength brother’s vulnerability eldest mother’s favorite lake they take take take take til it all goes away clean the wounds with sticky blood we’ll be seeping through the mud
5.
Moral Spex 02:49
5:35 53% body feeling spent none that money spent on rent keep mind fimble, rough and open senses will be awonder to moral specs funny how when you come to your senses you’re physically losing them faith in question so you try to find some answers everything in transit, we all just a bunch of dancers its washing over me, unsettling flooding beneath my feet while I’m laughing drowning just to grow again
6.
Xannex 04:35
it’s just me oh so happy and alone time to figure out what ideas are my own the sounds that crept up oh so softly through my mind they haunt me route to find out what it’s all about all the stuff that pours from our gaping mouths love, i was in my annex when we did some xanax then we woke up on our best friends couch love is a rose that will grow and decompose everyone knows its true yes roses look like woes in time too everyone knows that the woes they come and go everyone knows its true yes woes look like roses in time too
7.
ta petit bebe ocean lover crazy suffering lately to make up her mind all the while drawing circles up her spine with a smile feeding the design then stepping out of line taking in surroundings is not enough these days everythings something i’ve seen in every season year after year, bored to tears i’m ready i’m ready i’m ready took off the leash so come get me shedding off all of the debris rid of rigmarole new world oriole here’s to strange collisions and lucid streams to flow shaking the whole vision to see what will come to grow in the night, taking flight feels so good to feel so frightened oh to feel the ache inside our bones taking a toll on our wild souls get rid of rigmarole new world oriole

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released June 8, 2018

Angel Abaya - vocals, keys, lyrics
Ben Sargis - guitar
Nick Archibald - bass, production
Michael Mitchell - drums, auxiliary percussion
Eric DeWitt - saxophone
Seth Hoffman - trumpet

Recorded May 2017 at Snak Haus

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