Basements

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And I can’t believe it if what I’m perceiving is wrong
They lie to your face until you feel displaced and then gone
I recall the basements of our youth but I can’t recall
The way that it felt to be careless without any harm

And when you grow up they will pour out your cup for a laugh
And tell you that you should be grateful for all that you have
So what does it mean when you cough out your dreams in your room
‘cos they’ll giftwrap your ashes and barcode your casket by noon

The world it goes…the world it goes…the world it goes on…the world it goes
The world it goes…the world it goes…the world it goes on…the world it goes

And back in those basements where you left your playthings its hides
The spirit of youth in an ill-fitting suit and the love in which you’d confide
So don’t grow up, be strange, don’t give up your right brain too soon
Be wild…be courageous…bare your teeth and howl at the moon

Because the world it goes…the world it goes…the world it goes on…the world it goes
The world it goes…the world it goes…the world it goes on…the world it goes

And the world it goes…the world it goes…the world it goes on…the world it goes
The world it goes…the world it goes…the world it goes on…the world it goes
It goes…

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from Here Comes The Night, released August 4, 2017
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Michael Mazochi Los Angeles, California

Michael Mazochi is an eclectic songwriter and producer who is constantly striving to try new sounds while blending the old in new ways. Michael is tirelessly working to act as a mirror for our ever changing world. Whether the mirror is giving us a direct reflection of the times or some sort of warped fun house version of that reflection is a question that remains unanswered. ... more

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