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by Sidney Gish

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skugs I've fallen in love with each of Gish's albums that I've listened to and this is no exception. Favorite track: i'd follow you all around the world.
housewren
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housewren some incredible gems in here that I can't stop listening to! Favorite track: another room.
Happyaccident
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Happyaccident the charm oozes of this dump album, feels near the quality of her two studio albums Favorite track: mary and brad (the zombie apocalypse isn't so bad).
ella stier
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ella stier call me Sidney, I want to b ur friend :)
Rodent
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Rodent This is volume two of the great Gishian juvenalia dump, like the matching bookend. There's so much good source material here, and a few just-perfect-as-izzes. Listeners already know she likes Persephone, because she's recorded it so many times; so I'll have to say for now my fave on this album may be "Let's Burn December Down". I'll probably put that on infinite repeat for Xmas. Favorite track: let's burn december down.
The Empty Stage
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The Empty Stage My kingdom for the charm and musicality of our generation's most exciting songwriter Favorite track: friday night placebo (shillman version).
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1.
here's what i will do when i've nothing to say open up garageband and sing a refrain (recorded @ the fat face of leo the cat in the ogdens' house)
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megalopolis 02:28
college tour song written like a year after college tours el o el Marble men Spring again Drenched in sun with cherry blossoms I half want to stay past accepted students day A traveling ghost. What I want the most Is to keep playing around in brand new places never going home I'm the passenger seat queen of the east coast This megalopolis Is all I'll ever know Though I'm done exploring this I think I'll miss This megalopolis Whenever I decide to go Teenage zombies Dead in hotel lobbies Every day a small new world T shirts peppy tour guide girls and i think i love each city that’ll just once ever see me i’m too cool for syracuse, too lame for Bard and NYU The novelty has caught me I just want to leave myself behind every time we check in and I close my eyes. Fly away, drive on by, All my life's one goodbye I'm the passenger seat queen of the east coast This megalopolis Is all I'll ever know Though I'm done exploring this I think I'll miss This megalopolis Whenever I decide to go OO OO OO OO o o o o o o OO oo
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101 fucks 02:34
songwriting club ryder all nyder prompt: disney movie title, replace one word with "fuck" *** When you're walking down the street I see them falling at your feet Everyone acts like they love you I'm guilty of this too Who even are you Cause I couldn't give One hundred and one fucks bb You did nothing to deserve them b a b y Why does everyone stare when I don't care I just don't care mmMmMmm now a woman's knocking on our door And she's wearing fur and wants to buy some more She wants to buy our dogs and make coats out of them and that's pretty fucked up if you ask me She wants to buy our dogs and make coats out of them and that's pretty fucked up if you ask me Cause I couldn't give One hundred and one fucks bb You did nothing to deserve them b a b y Why does everyone stare when I don't care I just don't care
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another room 03:29
i kept adding more shit to this and i still dont like it despite all the layers of bs You are extraordinary You're the definition in the dictionary Your friends would love to find you, They heard that you were showing up here too But I think you're in another room My my 
 You're running down the hall Heels clacking on the marble You're nineteen stories tall, I Guess you want to look phenomenal too, But i think you're in another room My my I guess it's true that caged birds fly But given the chance I'm not sure if you'd try my my my my You left a cloud of perfume, Intoxicating us with fumes Its jasmine flowers bloom Midair, I wonder where you run away to but I think you're in another room 
 my my 
 a world of ice and beauty, a rosy cloud of luxury, Cumulonimbus dreams, Are caught and bottled neatly 
 The pretty apparitions Haunt your head in every mall They're diamond invitations To a ball being thrown just for you But I think you're in another room my my i guess it’s true that caged birds fly but given the chance i’m not sure if you would try my my but as for now you’re happy, you’ve got your doeish eyeballs you've got your sparkling vision of centuries of shopping malls and as for now you’re happy, there’s smiling faces all around and when you’re done, there’s safety you dig your roots into the ground, there's blue In the sky and in your attitude too, and your clothes are beautiful and brand new, But I think you're in another room x 9328746 

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dinner party 02:46
quelle triste I’m sorry if I’m not that good today I’m sorry if I’ve overgrown teen angst I’m sorry if i didn’t do this right I’m sorry that i stayed inside but i just want to go to sleep and stay there for a while i want to be the kind of dead that seems to be in style i’ll have over some company at the dinner party and laugh about the situation hard when i’m fifty i don’t want anything at all i tried to fix my posture up again i had to force the texts i sent i’ve got a pounding headache on the sidewalk it’s two days strong and i can’t talk but i just want to go to sleep and stay there for a while i want to be the kind of dead that seems to be in style i’ll have over some company at the dinner party and laugh about the situation hard when i’m fifty i don’t want anything at all im all alone for hours in laptop places or at the shops passing faces i tried to tell myself i was productive but now it’s getting self-destructive i’ll write an awful song to hit record and make it better when i’m bored i know that in a few weeks i’ll be okay a toss up for the next few days but i just want to go to sleep and stay there for a while i want to be the kind of dead that seems to be in style i’ll have over some company at the dinner party and laugh about the situation hard when i’m fifty i don’t want anything at all
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i wrote this in actually two seconds but again, the golden rule: If You Put A Voice Memo On The Internet, It Is Automatically An Indie Demo I’m really good at dodging bullets and everything else I shouldn’t dodge I’m really good at being all deterrent for no good reason ignoring everything around despite just what it means and man i’m stressed out i’m a circus clown in a silicon valley town i’m really good at dodging bullets i let a boy once stare at the side of my face for half an hour cause i wouldn’t catch his eyes on purpose stumbling, i guess i’m gay? i’m sorry i guess i just like hiding and i hate all effort, and everything i’m stressed out i’m a circus clown in a silicon valley town i’m good at idealizing like i’m good at lying like i’m really good at seeming cool and blowing my whole cover i’m really good at leaving and i’m really good at acting like a shiny object with no intentions to do a thing but man i’m stressed out i’m a circus clown in a silicon valley town and i like too many strangers now man i’m stressed out i’m a circus clown in a silicon valley town
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too fast and too boring and too bass-y on apple headphones (the Gold Standard according to literally only me) so i made a better one Caught me shoegazing like some lo-fi band, A desperate beer in each one of my hands, I’ll dance the night away to prove it’s great. Ten minutes later, repetitive lines, Valencia filters are passing the time, and the photo’s flash has made my eyes Appear to be the ghostly kind but I’ve sunk into music just like the dead sea I try and go further til buoyancy floats me, semi sobriety, an unconscious mess I guess I’ll never be that’s fine, I’ll pop sugar pills all night all night, all night, i’ll pop sugar pills all night I can’t see a thing in the haze around me I’m still having fun cause I know I should be when will I stop being such a dumb kid and go wherever real life is? But why would I lie when I said I won’t? I know that I am damned if I do or if I don’t. that’s fine, as I’ll pop sugar pills all night, all right, all right, placebo-ing on friday night I’m just a weed growing out of the wall - it’s an obvious secret that’s kept by us all tonight, but this will die with me, I’ll bury it deep in my broken phone screen alright, till the backlight kills my sight But tell me that funny things don’t go away and promise we’ll keep being stupid all day so hey, who needs life anyway? let’s stay immature and let's not ever stray all right, let’s pop sugar pills all night all right, all right, let’s pop sugar pills all night I can’t see a thing in the haze around me I’m still having fun cause I know I should be when will I stop being such a dumb kid and go wherever real life is? But why would I lie when I said I won’t? I know that I am damned if I do or if I don’t. That’s fine, as I’ll pop sugar pills all night, all night, all night, all right, all right, placebo-ing on friday night
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the big bang 02:00
speaking of apple headphones, this was recorded entirely with them (edit since I like this sound a lot: acoustic guitar recorded with apple headphones [one in ear to monitor, one in mouth to dangle above sound hole of guitar] and THEN put that through an amp modeler with some distortion) walk through crate & barrel, flatware presentation they didn’t aim for me in market segmentation i feel like piper chapman, pre-incarceration eternally patient, and answering when the phone rang oOoOoOo the phone rang and i’ve known of it since the big bang the big baaaaaaaaang the big baaaaaaaaaAaaAAAang the big bAAaAAAng i’ve got a cute apartment and my life is an advertisement i identify wine subtypes by taste look in J. Crew and see my boyfriend’s face yeah it graced ooOOooo the third page and i’ve known of it since the big bang the big baaaaaaaaang the big baaaaaaaaaAaaAAAang the big bAAaAAAng and i’ve known of it since the big bang the big baaaaaaaaang the big baaaaaaaaaAaaAAAang the big bAAaAAAng
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i sang this around so many times in the past year i literally hate it lol i don't even have the lyrics b/c i wrote them on a sheet of paper in like senior year before i even started using the notes app anyway if u didn't know this song is a story and it's not about me
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i literally don't know the lyrics because i made this up at 7:00 in the morning it's dedicated to my dog as you are all aware
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thanks green line recording people for recording this at busking day :) so i don't have to :) bc i am lazy as all fuck :) ----- Throwback to my entire life, seen through a broken-down viewfinder neurologists would call my mind. but I think I know better than those science guys- cause i’ve got proof the lens is broken, and only rosy tinted slides. and recall errors are a given, I’m pretty sure my brain’s a kid’s toy, not a mind, but hey - at least it’s got a place for memories, but with them comes the spirit of the staircase. But who needs longing for the things I never said? I live by a mantra, the tattoo that I’ll get will say No Ragrets spelled with an A inked into both arms, cause it’s my favorite saying and I’ll spread it to the world until I’m dead and the cheap tattoo is decaying. Regarding bad decisions, I make them objectively then scatter the truth when the blame falls back onto me but who cares? I’ve no conscience to carry with me. And if you told me I’d be better in a year, A point in fourth-dimension space that’s kind of far from here, I would gladly hibernate, and wait it out. I’d emerge like a butterfly, And neurotypically fly In beautiful uncrooked lines My wings would capture everybody’s fleeting eyes But why live in the future or the past? Who cares about bugs when their lives barely last I'd rather live to 80 than die after just a day Though that may be nice, it would be much easier to say No Ragrets spelled with an A inked into both arms, cause it’s my favorite saying and I’ll spread it to the world until I’m dead and the cheap tattoo is decaying. regarding bad decisions, I make them objectively then scatter the truth when the blame falls back onto me but who cares? I’ve no conscience to carry with me- That's the way it will be.
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made in a practice room with thos yung apple headphones i sing it with a guitar and looper now, check out SLAP once my video comes out cause i just sang this for one of their sessions I’ve called Persephone by the name purse-a-phone Greek goddesses aren’t what you grab when leaving home My phone’s inside my purse purse-a-phone would like it there, like Hades’ lair I pray greek gods don’t see me, butchering names and not believing ----- but i’ll mispronounce and mis-accent for infinity there isn’t much that you could do to stop me six pomegranate seeds, winter in Greece please don’t visit me, Persephone ----- and I’ve said “protestant” just like pro-test-ant too It’s not a word, let alone a church that you could send donations to who needs mistakes and stupid phrases that aren’t real anyway? if I’d a known I’d mess up this many times, then I’d shut up for the rest of my life ----- but i’ll mispronounce and mis-accent for infinity there isn’t much that you could do to stop me six pomegranate seeds, winter in Greece please don’t visit, purse phone. ----- what if i (don’t) let them know that I don’t (know) because I (don’t) even (know) anything ----- but i’ll mispronounce and mis-accent for infinity there isn’t much that you could do to stop me six pomegranate seeds, winter in Greece please don’t visit me, Persephenphone
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instructions on how to walk from 40 berkeley hostel to berklee college of music, bc when i did the five week at age 17 i was a dumbass who didn't fill out the housing form, and instead lived in a hostel, guided to class mainly by a statue of harriet tubman so yeah recorded it with a dump album in mind b/c very much not relevant anymore harriet tubman looks at me says take a right on newton st go past the plot that sparrow park is built in past prudential center and the hilton and dunkin is the first thing that you’ll see thank you tubman for your time your contribution to this rhyme you’re still a generous woman after death you give me great advice without a single breath who cares about street names when harriet, you always stay the same harriet tubman looks at me says do things on whatever street she’s vague and now i’m lost in a new city it’s hot as hell and i have no ac, you see, i found out some directions in a pharmacy i just wish that harriet tubman had been there with me she’s not my only friend yet but i’ve got like 3 and it wouldn’t hurt miss tubman’s just a statue and i am oversatu- rating my experience so far i’m carrying a backpack and a small guitar so just give me a break so harriet’s my muse i promise you i’m not insane i’m not insane badbabdabdabdbdbabdabdbadbabddabbdbadabdbdadb harriet tubman
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lol again this is one i wrote on paper in high school but recorded last year play this while driving past ur old school
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i wrote this when i was 14, in a nun costume, backstage for sound of music, and of course, just as you expected, it's a twee zombie romance i showed this to like my sister and my two friends and then didn't play music for anyone ever again for like 2 yrs but again, after i recorded "harriet tubman" i had my uke in my hands and i was like, i should probably let this one rest in peace on the dump album too also you don't get the lyrics, i typed them on my phone in 2012 and it literally was not even an iphone, i had one with a slide out keyboard still, which was irritating and too extra all of the time
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just frickin burn it it’s christmas eve again well i lied, it’s just the tenth of a the month, let’s burn december down but in a festive way we’ll do it with some christmas lights before the holiday. i’ve got enough holiday cheer to burn december down this year i saw the yule log on TV that’s what I want christmas time to be. it’s christmas day again well i lied, it’s the eleventh of the month, let’s burn december down not in an evil way - just like a cute seasonal villain animated out of clay i’ve got enough holiday cheer to burn december down this year santa claus, my dear, breed yourself some fireproof reindeer all i want for christmas isn’t jesus yeah the kind of son I want ain’t the son of god, it’s just god damned arson. the world is up in flames - it’s so festive, red’s a christmas color anyway. i’ve got enough holiday cheer to burn december down this year i saw the yule log on TV that’s what I want christmas time to be.
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the habit of recording songs while writing them at the same time? dope i don’t wanna work on this demo i don’t wanna sing a voice memo i don’t want to write a song or make any art at all i need a bowl of special k and dumb shows and a frozen entree and right swipes till my fingers bleed collect a bunch of numbers and meet up with nobody perfecto like proscecco wine i wanna die but not tonight in general just all the time i think this silence is a sign i tend to idealize and xXx real eyes realize real lies xXx i want a new reality where boys like you talk to ogres like me solo i wish i was a cool babe i wish that i never shaved and wore a choker everyday i wish i never wore a bra and pissed off businessmen running late but i’m shy and a bitch simultaneous, regardless all my memes are either two years late or way too fucking weird for everybody that i see every day solo but i’m too fat for frat parties and i’m too cute to browse /b/ and i stick out a sore-thumb normie but it’s way too clear that the internet raised me and i don’t wanna talk at all i just wanna play into a shitty DAW and make a new reality where boys like you will talk to ogres like me at least non seriously i’ll make a new reality where boys like you talk to ogres like me
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millipedes 02:47
again i don't have the lyrics for this floating in notes since it's from when i was 16, but then again, it's sad and dull and i don't want it anymore so here it is also this is about someone who finds out they're going to die really soon after getting diagnosed with a genetic disease and there's bugs crawling all over the wall also frickin dark for no reason now, emo kids are bad but the "john green is the most profound human alive and also i have 10 unlit cigs in my mouth" brand of emo kid is even worse
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this song isn't too bad but this recording sucks ass and i'm super flat and it's nowhere near this slow, also i sound depressed and dead in general but just do me a solid and pretend the take is fine perennial daisies are blooming millennial days seem to screw me all over, it’s a wreck it’s not hell but it’s heck i don’t know why i feel this bad or why it’s coming back I’m not immune to winter or depression you’d think I would interpret the lesson I’d bulldoze down the door and get myself outside i found a helpful number, calling them I didn’t try, i wonder why I’m good for hours, fine for days, but each year it'll sing that it’s waiting in the wings I won’t die of a dark and lightless lifestyle anyway, i’ve got a plan, and how many roses can I hold in a hand, can I grow with a seasonal therapy lamp? I love the advertisements for these I set out on assignment to see what treatment’s best for me, and all I want to be is stock photography sad lamps and blonde ladies she’s lit up lovingly i hope it gets her better again i hope she calls her friends and the scene is like the end of ads for happy meds in which she’s dancing and she's better in the head I’m good for hours, fine for days, but each year it'll sing that it’s waiting in the wings I won’t die of a dark and lightless lifestyle anyway, i’ve got a plan, and how many roses can I hold in a hand, can I grow with a seasonal therapy lamp? ooooOOoOOOoo?? Chrysanthemums pop out of my head, a dandelion patch in my bed, I think I’ve been dead a week or maybe two, or fifty three and so I died a bit again and I think felt better then until the sky got dyed again. it’s baby blue, cerulean. i don't need help, I say i’ve cured myself today just wait another year I’ll probably be back here. Just wait another I’m good for hours, fine for days, but each year it'll sing that it’s waiting in the wings I won’t die of a dark and lightless lifestyle anyway, i’ve got a plan, and how many roses can I hold in a hand, can I grow with a seasonal therapy lamp?

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WOOOO DUMP ALBUM 2

a bunch of these are soundcloud songs I wanted to have on bandcamp, but I threw in some fun extras too that are Not On The Web Currently!

i think a yearly dump album is gonna be a thing, for all the songs i don't want to put on something else, or do anything else with in the future

repeating the sentiment from "don't call on me," the high school dump album from last year: even if you make shitty scrappy music, you're still making music, and if you make some album art and haphazardly glue all those songs together, it's legit

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released September 19, 2016

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Sidney Gish Boston, Massachusetts

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