Digital Debris from Compromised Compassion by The heartless Artichokes

I deleted all the music on my phone
Including all the rare mountain goats
Don’t know what I’m gonna do
The next time I wanna listen to
Blues for Cicero

I needed the space on my phone
So I deleted all your photos
But not the ones of your cat
I could never do that
An ode to Onion

I moved everything to the cloud
Everything my heart would allow
Everything else I had to set free
I’m clearing out the digital debris
Ballad about lost memories

Now that’s it’s all in the cloud
I’m just waiting for the rain to come down
You can soak me in doubt
But at the end of the day I know what I’m about
This is a melody of growth

• Acoustic
• anti-folk
• folk punk
• lofi
• singer-songwriter
• Ypsilanti