star hands

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new album based on when i watched a movie and then had another spiral about my youth cannibalized by art, or something. Originally, it included two other tracks, but they weren't done yet, and I will probably never release this anytime soon, if not now. It also comes out on April 20th (tomorrow) on Spotify

[nautiilo]

please never associate Twin Fantasy with a relationship, I beg you omfg

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it turned my boyfriend into a lesbian

[koiagain]

why is embarrassing children so funny to adults Stop this or i’ll kill myself in front of you

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hi you can listen to my other gay album now

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I keep thinking what else is there to even say that hasn’t been already said, and then there’s a fourteen minute song in front of me. Is this just gonna keep happening or am I ever going to run out

​this one was actually about the whole csh anniversary thing and in my own experience how like people keep asking about deleted stuff that wasn’t even up for six months, yet I released much better stuff since, in both sound and lyrics but it doesn’t even come close to favor that the stuff I released in a time I really would not like to have to hear about for the rest of this.

​I have such pride for Renouncer and Genevan, some of good morning great nothing because it’s the first time where it’s not something anybody could’ve written and was from my own personal experience and reflections, memories and so, though I should know better now, it still sort of feels like being held hostage to who I was when I was at the worst point of my life.

I’ve thought about these lyrics from Reality by Car Seat Headrest since the The Scholars came out,

I was warned of all this, didn't listen, didn't listen,

please wake up, I need to talk to you right now,

I got bored of all this and didn't listen, didn't listen

muttering BLID to get me through the next 12 minutes,

I caught a glimpse of myself and fell right in,

I fell right in didn't know

that there was only one way out

I don’t know what will or who wrote those exact lyrics meant or felt but I always interpreted it as you grow up seeing art as this guide, and how when you finally reach the destination it stops being this new possibility and can become boring but also, hostile from the interactions with those who enjoyed it or don’t.

tumblr just deleted like half of what I typed out, but essentially I keep up stuff i hate because it feels better to think that things will change, and I won’t be held to what I made when I was fourteen in my twenties and that contrast could help someone find their own proof that things don’t have to be this way forever, but I don’t really know if that’s the best, my goal is to be in a band, and I keep feeling like I’m sort of grieving my art’s ability to change when it hasn’t even had the chance to be something tangible. This was the song that I wrote earlier that I was referring to,

I was old enough to like the bitter taste – reference to “The Drum Strikes Back” by Car Seat Headrest

Now is so sweet – also a kind of inference from drinking coffee frequently as long as i can remember and it being assumed i just didn’t like it without something to sweeten it but i do and didn’t find out cause i never tried until i was older

Where, where is my common sense?

How did I get in a jam like this? — lyrics from “Uh-Oh, Love Comes to Town” by the talking heads

Believe, I believe in the hopeless

Love, love, love is simple as waking up tomorrow or for five more years – rewritten but also based on their lyrics

I forget what I’m supposed to say

Now it’s too late to say things have changed

Every year the tree grows another two inches

in a few more it’ll be too late to change your plans – some trees can drop seeds, root and climb in height fast, if you dont kill it or move it fast enough it can become too difficult and you have to adapt to it’s place, even if you didnt want it there or changed your mind, the tree is already there and its not going to stop growing.

And when you look back you can tell

how long you’ve been gone

When I can’t remember where it began

You can never be born again in another place

What would you hear, if I told you, “I was finally happy,” – reference to “That’s How You Made Me Happy Again” by CSH and the idea that artists can’t be healthy and good art, they can and are much better at creating when they are not being subjected to awful experiences or struggles because they can separate themselves and find metaphors with only reflection not in the moment.

Would you abandon all sight towards me

It follows you in every city, in every stranger who calls on memory, using your name

To talk about your past, as who you are in front of them now

Everybody grew up, and left someone alone in the theater

Its on him to get himself up before the new show

But just before the lights came on,

we watched him move his mouth - reference to The Opera House by The Olivia Tremor Control

Some religious revelation that felt different

That it was from you and not paper

Not dressed in silk, but in my mirror

Cause he’s an actor, but if we were brothers – sort of a reference to those boys where will says, “this is the part where i start to regret writing this”

It would have been easier to reason why things happened this way

Faced down and broken by the time I look again

You make the choice to be who you see

You made the choice to serve me

What would you hear, if I told you “I was finally happy,”

Would you abandon all sight towards me

I want good money for my time

This isn’t what you wanted

This isn’t what I needed

This is what I wanted

Its not my problem to face problems – perpetually having to come back to something you wrote at a bad time, and that sort of being the only thing anyone ever asks or talks about.

To be anything more than a baby bird

Waiting for his mother to come back

He doesn’t understand what he was supposed to do

When his brothers and mother flew away – there is virtually no one who tells you what happens after someone sees your art, how do you learn to live with that new life where it is shared by your past, and your future will be pitted against it

Formed a shape in the sky, something like a sign

I’d understand if I was older

I could walk away

I’d like to think that it’s going to solve everything

What would you say, if I told you “I was finally happy,”

Would it be a fault of mine that you don’t belong to anything anymore

Would you walk away, now that there’s no one to say the movie sucked

You’re left just with the lingering feeling that it’s never going to be okay

We all felt what someone else has overcome, we all walk ahead

We all change, and there is little left of what was before

It doesn’t have to be the same to be what it was before

If you can’t get over it, then there is room for another space to start looking

If you can’t stand to be left alone, there’s places still playing your favorites

This is the way it’s supposed to be

This isn’t the way it should end years down the line – no one ever has the life goal of “i want to be as miserable as a teenager for the rest of my life” as their intended goal, and even if they try, it usually doesnt last, but outside views of yourself are out of your control, audiences can very well hold the artist hostage to their old art.

What would you hear, “if I told you I was finally happy,”

Would you still listen when I talked about the past

Would it make a death meaningless to know that

He’s an actor waking up tomorrow or for five more years

On the credits, he goes home and doesn’t think about why he cried

Any more than I think of how I forgot what to dial when you’re stuck in my head

When I see you, you are only what’s in front of me

if I told you “I was finally happy,” if I told you that I loved you again

What would it mean that I felt something else before, would it exhale

if I told you “I was finally happy,” what would you think of me now

That it wasn’t with you, that it wasn’t when we were young

If you were finally happy, what would you want me to hear

Would you wait after you say you’re going home

Would you still look at it the way it was before it had faded

You know a new frame won’t change the picture

It will just be cleaner in the new space you sleep in

The old is so sweet the further you get from it

And the new is all to be broken in, the shine blinds your sight

I believe in why I came here years ago from televisions

All I fell in love with, ex-communicated by the time I saw past the flickering light on the box

I could turn away, I could walk away, if you’re never really sure, can you ever say that this is what you want

If I can’t walk away, is this what I need, is this worth what it’ll be by the time it’s in pen.

There’s probably more I meant by this but I’m half asleep

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there is so much music every time i open up my laptop, i feel like fifteen year old me is two inches from my face at all times

[precioafterhours]

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i hate the whole deal of dont post a bunch albums too fast, are you gonna tell me when is your suggested time or am i supposed to count through your eye twitches

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cant wait to be allowed to put my amp volume above a 0.5

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Circa

star hands · Upcoming album · Releases on May 29, 2026 · 7 songs

pre-save link for "Circa" May 29, 2026 on Spotify!

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I have been trying to get this guy to release for almost a year without success, until now so please check him out,  Listen/purchase: Left Over Sand by squarebunny! he literally taught me how to fingerpick over text, send it to ur friends or buy it and make friends on the page.

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New album Circa by star hands 

still need to finish some tracks before it reaches spotify but this is most of it

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Visit Original Link

demo i wrote yesterday

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I should be working on an album but I should be asleep but I’m listening to how to leave town

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The Deal - 5/2/26 (rewrite of a song from november i did today)

god’s reckoner came the friends i had, have their own to run towards the end of waiting for my parents had their own, they spent all morning wore now by the new, it’s gone it’s humiliating to be alone there’s nothing in there but still you lift your hand there should be more here but there’s no home in this, disappear it’s humiliating to feel anything

asking for a catastrophe but the death toll is high to the front page, a tragedy the artists i fell in love with caught in teenage innocence took all their novelty back in their death we came to you after you left rome

carried your words to every new place how did you forget what we felt how strong is belief when it is found in youth still the deal was made, in my head for later if it couldn’t be faced, it could be broken in again every place i move on, i look back love doesn’t need to keep still the tally the scores the same

you missed my voice, before i spoke but you didn’t say for two days comes in when you look away the stairs wind up too late when i’m not there, when i’m trapped where you said you can’t leave

the deal of an early ferry a ticket in my hand is useless now, that i had a plan

we came to you after you left rome and carried your words to every new face caught by the reasons that couldnt be familar the deal was a ticket in my hand that i had a plan

[dragon-in-a-fez]

the thing about being "good with kids" is all it takes is literally just not trying to control and mould them with every interaction. it's just being a normal person and engaging with them through normal interactions like having conversations and playing games. it's just being genuine and friendly and not perceiving them as lumps of wet clay you are there to shape. "oh you're so good with kids" thanks it's because I think they are people

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