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Hey I’ve done a cover of Feels Like We Only Go Backwards by Tame Impala. Hope you enjoy it :)

A.T

#ukulele #cover #acoustic #feels like we only go backwards #tame impala #lonerism

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Hey, this is just another one. Just gonna upload them to see what happens. Thanks for listening :)

A.T

#can't help falling in love #elvis presely #cover #ukulele #twenty one pilots

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Give it a listen (really don’t blame you if you don’t), tell me if its any good. I’m just curious to see what happens :)

– A.T

#music #dream a little dream of me #ella fitzgerald #ukulele #uke #cover

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. we've just come to represent a decline in the standards of what we accept . (at Festival Hall, Melbourne)

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I’m exhausted. Physically Emotions? I import them Artificially Using music to fill the void The piece that’s missing in me I wait for love Superstitiously Will anyone ever Actually fall for me? I fall so hard and easy So when I say ‘I love you’ don’t ever believe me I crave affection from you I admire everything you do I think you’re wonderful in every way But my love is like a delicate flower It Could be immortal Or wither after a day

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Merry Christmas everyone 🎄🎄 and she swore in front of Santa

It's not what it means to me, its what it means to you. All these semiotics, we desire to know everything. Addicted to information with the accessibility from the palm of our hands, what can't be found is the truths, what reasons, beliefs and demons lie within us. Whether you disclose it or share it and scream it to the world, it controls us. The signifier and the signified, the representamen and the interpretant. The story which marks me, the ink. They are mine. Like them, adore them, hate them, I don't care. It's not for me to tell you what it means, its to help me keep my demons in line. #year1

#year1

It's not what it means to me, its what it means to you. All these semiotics, we desire to know everything. Addicted to information with the accessibility from the palm of our hands, what can't be found is the truths, what reasons, beliefs and demons lie within us. Whether you disclose it or share it and scream it to the world, it controls us. The signifier and the signified, the representamen and the interpretant. The story which marks me, the ink. They are mine. Like them, adore them, hate them, I don't care. It's not for me to tell you what it means, its to help me keep my demons in line. #year1

#year1

Well... Tried clubbing again... That was DEFINITELY not my crowd

#next please #im just looking for some love

I'm more fucked up in ways that you know. Is it cause I'm left alone? Trying to accept to live with who I am, Before if find someone else who can. Is it me?