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My Sloop
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Rock
My Sloop was released on September 3, 2025 by Love Brand Music as a part of the album My Sloop - Single
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Release DateSeptember 3, 2025
LabelLove Brand Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Genevieve Gagon
Genevieve Gagon
Vocals
Theodore Nesseth
Theodore Nesseth
Guitar
Erik Grostic
Erik Grostic
Electric Bass Guitar
Danny Piccuirro
Danny Piccuirro
Drums
Angus Gagon
Angus Gagon
Vocals
Lucy Gagon
Lucy Gagon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Genevieve Gagon
Genevieve Gagon
Songwriter
Theodore Nesseth
Theodore Nesseth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Heavenly States
The Heavenly States
Producer

Lyrics

Sludge in a blue suit
Sludge in a red dress
Float through the halls of a Palm Beach condo
Grotesque garage
Trophies, trophies
Bludgeoned babes
Racks of skins and hearts in jars
Girls and boys parts parked in sand
Gloria
Same old song
Heads on walls
Silent scream
How far has he come
Bootstrapped rapscallion
Mr. Golden Palms
The worms have been informed
Underground they swarm
The soil is changing course
Justice and remorse
Innocents be warned
Thunder lusts for him
A hissing hunts his kin
And all who follow them
Confused and taken in
Release them, please release them, let them
Go
Let them spill into the waves
They who follow him
Filth blooms off Florida
Look out
Look out sweet fish
Help them to the floor
Then we can go on
To decompose the pillars of the master's suite
Goodbye guns and clubs
Vacant, craving eyes
Built lobotomized
Goodbye, goodbye
You complete me
Justify me
Help us to see
We release thee
Keep us honest
Thou broken-brained
No romance on your toxic train
There is no thrill in your stakes and claims
Torchlight borrower
Torchlight borrower
Follower follower
Extras extras
Twisted kings and queens are crowned to be downed
Built to be spilled
With no ritual
No glory, no story
No rhyme, no time, no wine
When we are done
Bury the sons
Unman the plow
Rest in the shade of elder trees
Waiting on ferns
As morning steals upon the night
It melts the darkness to the light
Their understanding starts to swell
And the approaching tide will fill
Their minds so foul and muddy still
They walked no magic parallel
They stormed in Cyclopeia
In their time, in their time
Which now is ended
Release them, let them go
Goodbye guns and clubs
Vacant, craving eyes
Built lobotomized
Goodbye, goodbye
Off to, the land of, off to, the land of
This sacred sphere, already here
I am the guest of, I am the guest of
Manifold tears, this sacred sphere
I am the guest of, I am the guest of
Manifold tears, manifold tears
Off to the land of, off to the land of
This sacred sphere, already here
Off to the land of, off to the land of
Already here, already here
Written by: Genevieve Gagon, Theodore Nesseth
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