Відео

Omg Connan Mockasin's cover? This is amazing. Love you, Archy❤

i dont think people understand how punchy the caffeine hit this morning

From bleached waves That never change From Dalston Forever Dolphin Love, ah ah ah ah ah ah My dull steed She has no hair I'll talk to her Forever Dolphin Love, ah ah ah ah ah ah And Dun's life He's turning heads He talks to her Forever Dolphin Love, ah ah ah ah ah ah From memories That never change Of Dalston Forever Dolphin Love, ah ah ah ah ah ah Oh soldier, I loved her She was to be my wife Oh soldier, I loved her She was to be my wife My wife, my wife The backbeat Never change In Dalston Forever Dolphin Love, ah ah ah ah ah ah The beat way They're never dark Dalston They're never back in place The beat way They're never dark In Boston Forever Dolphin Love, ah ah ah ah ah ah From memories That never change From Dalston Forever Dolphin Love, ah ah ah ah ah ah

WOW BRO WTF

Love him so much

Sounds like Owen Wilson

I can't stop listening to this. Its something beyond words that brings me back.

bless u

You know what? . . *light's a spliff* oh yeah that's way better. 🚬🥃🎚️📻🎵🧲🫀👍

HOLY SHIT!!! 🤯 🚬🥃🎚️📻🎵🧲🫀👍

It sounds better than original version tbh 💙

🐬❤

i remember this

🙂 pքɾօʍօʂʍ

cheers, peanut

Wish he did this without the goof ass poem in the back when I’m high or off shrooms I do not wanna think about killing myself as if it doesent ponder my thoughts Alr I love Archy tho fucking goat I pray he lives 100 years

Lyrics: Death is there. But she said the world's gonna die, you know, the world, the Earth. It's gonna be over. I said, "Well I never lied to you." You see I can explain sex in a minute, but death I can't explain. Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost unnameable lust returns. Even then I have nothing against life. I know well the grass blades you mention, the furniture you have placed under the sun. But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build. Twice I have so simply declared myself, have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, have taken on his craft, his magic. In this way, heavy and thoughtful, warmer than oil or water, I have rested, drooling at the mouth-hole. I did not think of my body at needle point. Even the cornea and the leftover urine were gone. Suicides have already betrayed the body. Still-born, they don't always die, but dazzled, they can't forget a drug so sweet that even children would look on and smile. To thrust all that life under your tongue!-- that, all by itself, becomes a passion. Death's a sad Bone; bruised, you'd say, and yet she waits for me, year after year, to so delicately undo an old wound, to empty my breath from its bad prison. Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet, raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon, leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss, leaving the page of the book carelessly open, something unsaid, the phone off the hook and the love, whatever it was, an infection.

Anyone know what sample he used? Or did he record that background voice

Love archy