Lines (Remix)

A five-minute indie/post-punk anthem defined by a “loose-fitting, ” hooky, and minimalist aesthetic, It features droning guitars, a chugging motorik rhythm, and detached, deadpan vocals, creating a mix of punk vigor and stoner rock laziness, The sound is often described as a “guitar jam” blending hook-heavy, garage-rock simplicity with a sprawling, obsessive, and repetitive structure, Musical Style: A blend of 1970s post-punk and 90s slacker rock characterized by a two-chord, hypnotic, and motorik groove, Atmosphere: The song feels "hooky, " "loose, " and "raw, " capturing a bored, lethargic state, Guitar & Vocals: Features simple, repetitive, and droning guitar work paired with a "flat-voiced, " deadpan vocal delivery, Structure: It builds, recedes, and sometimes jams, with a "relentless momentum" that can stretch into a long "twin-guitar groove monster" in performances

Verse 1 Looked up at the Trees… In the middle of the Breeze… The leaves flickered in the magic hour… Lines... Staring into space Thinking of a place, Or a face… Verse 2 Filled my lungs Smiling… Under the radiation beguiling… The wind exhaled through my Hollow core… Lines… Something like poetry Something moves me In a trance… Chorus I felt something un-feel-able through My pores… A bit of fear, alarming gratitude, I knew it even more… When I was young, I was distracted by the Questions… Now I know, there are very few satisfying Answers… Spoken Enjoy the splendor of what you can appreciate without needing to understand it All you need do is enjoy it. Experience it. And move on to the next thing. Verse 3 When you smell the burning of the fields… The sky, dramatically dark, Yet some bleak somehow Yields… Lines… Just words in books… Till my life grew hooks… Special is the first thing life cooks… Verse 4 I don’t believe in Ghosts… There’s plenty of Things that Hang, the real ones that haunt Us the most… Lines… Used to tell myself things work out But I don’t really know I’m staying here as long as I can For a front seat to the show Chorus I felt something un-feel-able through My core… A bit of fear, alarming gratitude, and I knew it even more… When I was young, I was distracted by all the Questions… Now I know, there are very few satisfying Answers… Verse 5 I’m married to this land I’ll never go willingly… I have more than just Freaks who climb Trees… Chorus I felt something un-feel-able through My core… A bit of fear, alarming gratitude, and I knew it even more… When I was young, I was distracted by all the Questions… Now I know, there are very few satisfying Answers… Outro Lines… Used to tell myself things work out But I don’t really know I’m staying here as long as I can For a front seat to the show

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