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12/22
Singer/Songwriter
12/22 was released on November 8, 2024 by 2026010 Records DK as a part of the album L.D.L.
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AlbumL.D.L.
Release DateNovember 8, 2024
Label2026010 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zack Burns
Zack Burns
Drums
Daniel Grant
Daniel Grant
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Kohlhoff
Brian Kohlhoff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Kohlhoff
Brian Kohlhoff
Mixing Engineer
Noam Wallenberg
Noam Wallenberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

There's a wreath on the casket
On the doorway to death
Piano black choked in lacquer
The lid mutes memory's breath
In my place faintly apart
Where the feelings are dim
I say words over the holes in my heart
Running out of room for love to live
Magnetic mourning
Wartime heart
Privation scorning
Soul's stolen art
The state of my union is dust, it's dour, it's hushed
And there's nothing left to do but not give up
Family frames snuffed in junk
At the bottom of a Rubbermaid
Less use than the old wire clumps
They capture people of whom I shouldn't be afraid
Family ties tie me down
Fox's snare spawning from the cracks in the family tree
I got loose but they're hounds
Tracing specs of my rebel blood and swearing they love me
Magnetic mourning
Wartime heart
Privation scorning
Soul's stolen art
The state of my union is dust, it's dour, it's hushed
And there's nothing left to do but not give up
This feels like a pious pursuit
Belief without truth, always something to lose
The proof of love violently shifts
When it's here, it lives
When it's not, it's myth
Walk me back down the aisle
Show me there's something to see
I'll clasp my hands a while
Palm the blue pills of rosary
Cast my request on the pile
All that's everlasting is plea
I'll come with purest desire
If there's even any such thing
Fear of god for fear of ends
Doesn't feel like a sound trade
No welcoming dose, no rose colored lens
So I sure won't be a prayer slave
We only speak when I'm in need
But even I know that's not how it works
Death before inauthenticity
I was put here for a righteous kind of hurt
Magnetic mourning
Wartime heart
Privation scorning
Soul's stolen art
The state of my union is dust, it's sour, it's rushed
And there's nothing left to do but not give up
Written by: Brian Kohlhoff
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