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Malaga

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1.
“at least we gave them the chase of a lifetime” she tried to say through the glass in her windpipe but his lifeline had been severed ending their endeavor to diffuse the ruse, together that no one can run forever “I can’t say why my foot forgot to brake and I’m sorry but to leave me in this state it’s you who should be giving the apology as I cannot survive a day here without your company” “Perchance, did you forget to repent somewhere between the accident and everything we did? As for heaven, I guess it’s out of the question and so without intervention of divinity infinity is calling” “o happy shards of glass take me to nothingness heart on my ragged sleeve this is thy makeshift sheathe come, bitter conduct, come unsavory chaperon led my life on the run it caught up so take me home” fingers star crossed to no avail but you knew the tale
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Hopesick 03:28
Passion is pestilence, came up and down with it rationed my medicine found myself Addicted to dreaming, with waking up seeming a little less necessary every week a weakness so comforting a penchant for pretending that I could see a shore on the horizon but the lighthouse became a liquor store and so I dove right overboard into on ocean of emotionless treading ignorance in a fifth of bliss still it is chased with a case of reminiscence headache take my antidote of opiates and ibuprofen sick with and of hoping apathy, it’s a cold and salty breeze, but these old and haunting memories coincide with my weak attempts to stem the tide so I’ll resign to averted eyes leave her to sequestered suicide
3.
Silence 03:00
Distance myself from your eggshell life before my eyes stand witness to the cracks that tap it open if you could only live third person Maybe then we'd still be something more than sound waves synchronizing we still harmonize, no longer with our lives in notes and words and firsts and thirds and major 7th chords A measure in your presence our discord lacks resemblance of the melody we used to be a song i thought that we'd keep playing and playing and I stopped praying years ago We've lost color despite this summer's heat constantly bearing down the pressure's now crushing me highways buckle, and my days shuffle on and on you've been gone for weeks as I fracture with the streets.
4.
Green Thumb 03:20
sinking so deep she pretends to plant a garden, can’t remember where she left the seeds digging her grave, she germinates, I call her name the response replaced with a rustling of leaves a shuffling of feet a muffled eulogy autobiographically and I’m on the path to mourning in whispers I kiss her cheek but she keeps losing petals her green thumb paling despite my sunbeams I guess I’m better off without the doubt, the hope, a glass half empty or half full distorts sunlight that passes through so I could pour it on her grave And hope a sprout decides to wake yet here I find it at my mouth without a doubt without a conscience too proud to process now that I’ve lost this, my only shred of purpose- her photosynthesis kept me shining at my lowest- what’s the point in rising? let night take the full time shift I tilt the cup back as she wilts in darkness I kill the light switch and knock ‘em back until I can’t remember why I’d even set sights on her flower bed how I’d rise in the morning with such deft persistence it gets boring without her emergence in spring there’s no use in me existing
5.
Shellfish 03:07
Social bivalve sew shut that shell sutures suit your aesthetic so pro tem and so pathetically blue oh, tragic you so she’ll sow seeds rip out your weeds suit yourself, shoot yourself to see it bleed “innate hate recreate me/ imprisoned by my envy” “i think too hard and lack the spark to burn her memory” the cassius clay of poetry, you move so gracefully but, butterfly, when it collides, your sting, it goes both ways moored on an un-shoreline in the wet sands of time she said her farewell so shed said shell floating on an ocean waiting like a wave, to break hoping this emotion somehow fades away
6.
“Hold your breath, we’re going under!” He said like a threat to the back of her head “I’ll just let the water take over, with my lungs at 90 %, what’s another ten?” Oh, she could defend the sun revolving around us with that lush reasoning, dramatic? It’s tragic. ‘I’ve had it!’ he meant. “I… get it.” he regretfully choked out instead. His grip stopped tightening at her liquid laments she slipped out of his hand to drift with the current Currently she floats about, around his only memories of home and how it felt to wake up with a well inside a recently dry shell then turn his head to catch her smiling half asleep in dreams of flying with her wings of wax on -a vision of rising action- “But you flew too high!” once a shout- now a sigh he calls out to the sky, fishing for some kind of closure wishing for composure “Wash up with the tide!” he demands of a lifeless person at the end of searching… …for a ghost to fill the void just one note inside a symphony of tones “in my defense she was the loudest! The reddest rose without a thorn! Without her clothes, a perfect form!” he rambles- on and on, still going strong- and I can’t stand to play along as understanding. She’s been gone, and he’s still drowning in sad songs without resolutions to prolong the sting of accepting dissolution. This kid’s obsessed with restitution... Like fate owes him a favor… As if he signed a waiver… Don’t ever fall in love if you can’t handle losing someone! It’s inevitable, as nothing stays full.
7.
Jackie Sharp 03:22
careless, I wear this smile barely try in denial of the deep tragedy sorry state of being existent- ially fence sitting duck shallow fuck worthless kiss hit or miss tuck me in I’ve been a sinful little devil bearing a counterfeit grin fit for a masochist a pacifist’s intrinsic enemy misleading the flock of sheep off the deep end, dressed in clothing stressing everything is golden though it’s tarnished metal have I harnessed my potential? so take off your shoes forsake your values remove what remains stain your soul with my ego I suppose it’s apropos to throw the mask off with my clothes come get acquainted with the truth this ruthlessness is absolute isn’t there something more pressing than a big empty confession put my hands together to the sound of you undressing praying as I prey upon, to one day learn my lesson
8.
Whtnvr 05:44
wide eyed, I died in heaven to wake up on your mattress wrapped up in some foreign emotion like the ocean right at sunset’s frozen in time and it’s the backdrop to my life lifted neurosis, I can try to eulogize you but to remember the sleepless nights alone in December? cold as the weather? sold down the river? I’d rather shut my eyes than watch you fade let you die and say goodbye and turn the page read into new things seeds started growing in a garden I’d forgotten existed flower, now-or-nevers never meant that much to me but here without you now it seems that I might never get to sleep

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released March 11, 2015

Released on tape by Sorry Girls Records
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Recorded by Scotty Leitch @ SUPER BON BON

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