1. |
Poke Poke
03:12
|
|
||
|
Oh you. What do you want to do? I don't want to do it.
As I recall the days I wanted sleep.
Poke poke.
I didn't want to wake up.
Right now it's time to draw the blinds.
I don't want to wake up.
And you can't even begin to believe what I put with.
Poke poke.
Oh you. What do you want to do? I don't want to do it.
As I tossed, and I turned all around.
Poke poke.
I didn't want to wake up.
Poke poke.
Poke poke to you.
Why don't you just wake up and tell me the truth?
I've stayed up long enough to know when someone else is just a show.
I've stayed up long enough to know that you will never ever know me.
Oh you. What do you want to do? I don't want to do it.
|
||||
2. |
Gray Hair
03:13
|
|
||
|
Pull 'em out one by one.
Hurts my head, and it's not much fun but I gotta do it. So I do it. I gotta get them.
Can't stop the memories, but I try to pull them out with ease 'cause I gotta do it. So I do it. I gotta get them.
To think of the past. To think I'm alone. Am I alone when I'm all on my own?
Doesn't make much sense when your deep within it, but since I convince. I guess I'm convinced.
Pull 'em out one by one.
Hurts my head, and it's not much fun but I gotta do it. So I do it. I gotta get them.
Can't stop the memories, but I try to pull them out with ease 'cause I gotta do it. So I do it. I gotta get them.
So what did it mean? Your emotions unseen. No fourth with a ring. Now a song I will sing.
It makes so much sense when you're at a distance. And now I'm convinced so I'll start to convince.
To think of the past. To think I'm alone. Am I alone when I'm all on my own?
Pull 'em out one by one.
Hurts my head, and it's not much fun but I gotta do it. So I do it. I gotta get them.
Can't stop the memories, but I try to pull them out with ease 'cause I gotta do it. So I do it. I gotta get them.
What's ahead? I will never know. What's ahead. I cannot just wait anymore.
Pull 'em out one by one.
Hurts my head, and it's not much fun but I gotta do it. So I do it. I gotta get them.
Can't stop the memories, but I try to pull them out with ease 'cause I gotta do it. So I do it. I gotta get them.
|
||||
3. |
Five Days A Week
04:19
|
|
||
|
Five days a week. You've got to be kidding me. Five days a week. I'm waiting by the phone.
Five days a week. You've got to be kidding me. Five days a week and now I'm all alone.
You call me from the edge of sleep. My eyes open. I'm startled as I wake. I've been waiting.
Five days a week. You've got to be kidding me. Five days a week. I'm waiting by the phone.
Five days a week. You've got to be kidding me. Five days a week and now I'm all alone.
It's been days since I've seen your face. My heart's open, ready for anything. It's been waiting.
Five days a week. You've got to be kidding me. Five days a week. I'm waiting by the phone.
Five days a week. You've got to be kidding me. Five days a week and now I'm all alone.
I'm waiting.
Five days a week. You've got to be kidding me. Five days a week. I'm waiting by the phone.
Five days a week. You've got to be kidding me. Five days a week and now I'm all alone.
|
||||
4. |
Hold Me Up
03:17
|
|
||
|
What gives you the right to tell me I'm not enough?
Last time I checked, I was there whenever you needed me.
My heart has broke several times since we first kissed.
Now I'm here looking back trying to find out what I missed.
Hold me up to let me down.
I'm looking for some solid ground.
What do I do with this time I've lost?
What do I do with this time I've gained?
You can't say I didn't try a few things.
Well, I'm doing it for myself, and right now I'll say I'm doing it for no one else.
Hold me up to let me down.
I'm looking for some solid ground.
Don't you hold me down.
|
||||
Valens Houston, Texas
Third coast indie rock band from Houston, TX.
If you like Valens, you may also like:
Rising Philadelphia band balance oversized pop punk hooks with vivid, intimate lyrics, presenting a raw, honest vision of guitar music.
go to album
Indie rock with that late '90s approach: burbling melody, a literary bent, and a restless heart.
go to album
Red Hot & Holy
by Sarah & the Safe Word
This Atlanta group have a unique take on Americana, bridging queer cabaret culture of the 1920s and '30s with punchy contemporary rock.
go to album
All Girls Go To Heaven
by Mint Green
Bright and dazzling guitar pop radiates out from this irresistible LP from Mint Green, with choruses as big as summer sky.
go to album
Pono
by A Great Big Pile of Leaves
More feel-good indie from Brooklyn's A Great Big Pile of Leaves, all bristling guitar tones and expansive choruses.
go to album
This debut full-length from Columbus four-piece Snarls speaks to indie rock's resilience.
go to album
New Jersey emo that toggles between intimate acoustics and power chords in the most classic of ways.
go to album
