Spring Tour EP

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Honey Pomelo Forever.

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released April 6, 2017

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Track Name: Liberosis
I'm in a room, none of the people here are you. I don't know what I should do, cuz you're too smart to be here and I'm too stupid to leave. I blame myself for the things my body needs.

Rewind the tape, start it again, I'm going home.

I explain myself to myself in my head, I wanna do what I want before it's too late and I'm dead. I wonder if I'll get there someday.

Can we sit on your balcony and talk about how we wanna be. I want to know what life is like in a different light.

Routine's a bitch. It grows quietly while we exist. I insist I don't want this. I resist, you can't hold me like a trophy. You know me, you know I won't be truly happy till I'm set free.

I'm going home.

Just forget about it.
Track Name: No Cash
I love the nights when you say that you think I'm funny. When we walk all the way home from the bar when we're both out of money. When you say "Everything will be ok." I love the nights when the glow of the moon makes our skin look blue. When I look in your eyes and see stone, and reflections of street lights.

God damn I could live like this all of the time. We could shed all our clothes, we could take in the light that glows around our lives.
Track Name: A Short Song About Feeling Afraid of Being Alone
My apartment is littered with partially read books, cuz I can't finish anything I start. I think I'll blame my cluttered brain for that. Clearly I have trouble focusing, hell, beyond the task at hand I can't keep track of anything. Maybe I'm distracted by the constant hum of questions in my head, question after question. Like,

What could I have done to be a better man?
When will I stop fucking up?
Is fucking up just in my blood?
When will I stop drinking heavily, and falling off my bike, and nearly dying on the pavement.

I hope you stick around, I'm gonna need you when I'm down
Track Name: Cigarette Commercial
I stole a glance through wisps of smoke
A game of chance, a hazy cloak
So you know that I'm no square
So you know that I'm not scared to die.
Oh no, not I.

I've got one left, it could be yours.
Our recklessness will be adored.
They'll no that we're no squares
They'll know that we're not scared to die.
Oh no, not you, not I.