Fall

We’re frozen in time 
Like petrified wood
Don’t even mind 
If the creatures all looked
Shrouded in colors 
The place were we stood 
Vibrant and delicate 
Like everything good

You can keep the windows down 
I know summers over
I still want the windows down 
Cool breeze on my shoulders  
Am I flying or falling or just delusional 
Well maybe for a moment I
could have really been floating

Never too cold and never too warm 
Chilling embrace through cardigan holes
Comfort or thrill what scares you the most    
Went to the orchard dressed like a ghost

You can keep the windows down 
I know summers over
I still want the windows down 
Cool breeze on my shoulders  
Am I flying or falling or just delusional 
Well maybe for a moment I
could have really been floating

Written by L. Rosenblatt, Z. Litt-Reddy, J. FulopNectarine Girl, Zola Simone: VocalsNectarine Girl: GuitarProduced by The Arcitype at The Bridge Sound & Stage©2021 Make History Records / AR Classic Records©2021 Make History Publishing / AR Classic Publishing

Easy

I’m so damn cold but you make me melt
I can’t help it
You’re so damn good that it drives me mad
Is that selfish, yeah?
Selfish, I want you all to myself
When you’ve got someone that’s treating you well
I can’t compete

Maybe, we could be but I don’t want to come between
You make it so hard for me to be easy
To make this easy

Oooh, oh, oooh, oh, oooh, oh easy
Oooh, oh, oooh, oh, oooh, oh easy

Wish I could shake
All the ways that you make
Me break, oooh
Can’t feel this way I know it’s a mistake to stay
We keep getting too close
I’m trying to keep my distance
But I lose sleep
When I see you kiss him

You’re watching me
You’re watching me
Why you watching me?

Maybe we could be but I don’t want to come between
You make it so hard for me to be easy
To make this easy

Oooh, oh, oooh, oh, oooh, oh easy
Oooh, oh, oooh, oh, oooh, oh easy

Oh, oh, ooooh easy
Oh (you’re watching me), oh, ooooh easy

Oooh, oh, oooh, oh, (why you watching me) oooh, oh easy
Oooh, oh, oooh, oh, oooh, oh easy
Oooh, oh, oooh, oh, oooh, oh easy
Oooh, oh, oooh, oh, oooh, oh easy…

Written by Z. Litt-Reddy, J. FulopZola Simone: VocalsThe Arcitype: Guitar, KeysJonathan Ulman: DrumsProduced by The Arcitype at The Bridge Sound & StageCover Photo by T.L. Litt©2021 Make History Records / AR Classic Records©2021 Make History Publishing / AR Classic Publishing

Old Soul

I’m an old soul
Call me bold
Bust through the front door
Cause that’s the only way I know
They want a rebel
Head to toe
Real cute until it’s war
And you’re pinned down on the floor

I don’t have the luxury of playing
Make believe with me
Just saying
Yeah, I heard that talk is cheap
So come and see what I see

Everybody’s trying to be different
But just doing all the same shit
Wanna be a misfit
Not the pain that comes with it
My heart out on my sleeve
Like a fashion novelty
Nobody gets it
I guess I’ll always be an old soul

Soul, ohhhh, I guess I’ll always be an old soul
Soul, ohhhh, I guess I’ll always be an old soul

Yeah, teen angst, ain’t it great
Bottle up all the rage
Just another growing pain (just another growing pain)
Whole lot of tough talk
But never walk the walk
So scared to come out your cage

Oh, I don’t have the luxury of playing
Make believe with me
Just saying
Yeah, I heard that talk is cheap
So come and see what I see

Everybody’s trying to be different
But just doing all the same shit
Wanna be a misfit
Not the pain that comes with it
My heart out on my sleeve
Like a fashion novelty
Nobody gets it
I guess I’ll always be an old soul

Soul, ohhhhh, I guess I’ll always be an old soul
Soul, ohhhhh I guess I’ll always be an old soul

They don’t like the way I talk
They don’t like the way I dress
I don’t care if they get it
I’ll always be a misfit, ohhhh
They don’t like the way I talk
They don’t like the way I dress
I don’t care if I fit in
I’d rather be myself

Everybody’s trying to be different
But just doing all the same shit
Wanna be a misfit
Not the pain that comes with it
My heart out on my sleeve
Like a fashion novelty
Nobody gets it
(sigh)

Everybody’s trying to be different
But just doing all the same shit
Wanna be a misfit
Not the pain that comes with it
My heart out on my sleeve
Like a fashion novelty
Nobody gets it
I guess I’ll always be an old soul
I guess I’ll always be an old soul
I guess I’ll always be an old soul

Written by Z. Litt-Reddy, J. FulopZola Simone: VocalsThe Arcitype: Guitar, KeysJonathan Ulman: DrumsProduced by The Arcitype at The Bridge Sound & StageCover Photo by T.L. Litt©2021 Make History Records / AR Classic Records©2021 Make History Publishing / AR Classic Publishing

Witness

Bit my tongue
For so long
Down the blood
Can’t let it run
Take the road that’s higher up
Gotta be the bigger one

Close my eyes
Yeah I was blind
It’s easier to say it’s fine
Had your back all of this time
Until you put a knife in mine

I can’t be a witness no more
Watchin standing by
You can’t run away from this war
Hide behind that smile
I know what you did
Not gonna let you get away with it
Kept my hands so clean
But I think it’s ‘bout time I quit
I’ve had it

Playing with your matches
Try’na get inside my head
Act so innocent
But you’re a pyromaniac
How can you just lie to me
And call yourself a friend
I bet you’re sleepin like a baby
With my baby in your bed
(shit)

Close my eyes
Yeah I was blind
It’s easier to say it’s fine
Had your back all of this time
Until you put a knife in mine

I can’t be a witness no more
Watchin standing by
You can’t run away from this war
Hide behind that smile
I know what you did
Not gonna let you get away with it
Kept my hands so clean
But I think it’s ‘bout time I quit
I’ve had it

I’ve had it
I’ve had it yeah
I’ve had it yeah

Say what you want
Maybe I’m a villain
Think what you want
Maybe I’m a victim
But fuck all that talk
I ain’t even kidding ya
I’m coming for blood
I’m not gonna leave a witness

Written by Z. Litt-ReddyZola Simone: VocalsThe Arcitype: Guitar, KeysProduced by The Arcitype at The Bridge Sound & StageCover Art by Zola Simone©2021 Make History Records / AR Classic Records©2021 Make History Publishing / AR Classic Publishing

Anxiety

You got a hold on me
You got a hold
On me, yeah

She don’t really love you
She just feels alone
You’re such a fucking fool
For giving her your all

She gonna break your heart now
I swear that girl will play you
She’s too good for you
Why can’t you see she’s faking

Don’t whisper in my ear
Don’t tell me little lies
It fills me up with fear
Now it’s spilling out the sides

Go and set the stage
Shine all of your lights
On all the little things
Wrong in my life
Put a tragedy on
Tell me that it’s real
Starting to believe
You, anxiety
Yeah

She went out to eat
Hasn’t come home
Probably crashed the car
Trying call your cell phone

And I wish my brain would stop
And I wish my lungs would breathe
I wish my heart would beat
A little more steadily

Don’t whisper in my ear
Don’t tell me little lies
It fills me up with fear
Now it’s spilling out the sides

Go and set the stage
Shine all of your lights
On all the little things
Wrong in my life
Put a tragedy on
Tell me that it’s real
Starting to believe
You, anxiety

I gotta get you off my chest
Feels so compressed
You have me wrapped so tight
Just like a cassette
Tried to play me
And now I’m just a tangled mess
Yeah, I can’t regress
I can’t accept
How I’m supposed to run
When my enemy and me is one
Lock me down in chains
And tell me this is freedom, naw
Tell me I’m afraid
But you’re the fucking reason
I’m standing in this cage
Who wouldn’t go insane?
I can’t move or I’ll break a sweat
Speak or I’ll soon regret
See or I’ll get upset
Sleep or I’ll wake up dead
Don’t try and test me
I’ve got plenty years of practice
Don’t call me weak
Cause I’m living with this madness

Go and set the stage
Shine all of your lights
On all the little things
Wrong in my life
Put a tragedy on
Tell me that it’s real
Starting to believe
You, anxiety

Written by Z. Litt-Reddy, J. FulopZola Simone: VocalsThe Arcitype: Guitar, KeysJonathan Ulman: DrumsHeeyeon Ko: StringsProduced by The Arcitype at The Bridge Sound & Stage©2021 Make History Records / AR Classic Records©2021 Make History Publishing / AR Classic Publishing

Sideways

Wa-oh-ah oh-oh, whoa sideways

Have a good day at school
Just watch out for the shooters
Yeah, murderers are fine
Draw the line at the looters
Say ignorance is bliss
Thug life for the kids
Yeah we wear our parent’s problems
Call that shit vintage, aye

How am I supposed to keep my head straight?
When the world has gone sideways
When the world has gone sideways
How am I supposed to keep my head straight?
When the world has gone sideways
When the world has gone sideways

Violence is romantic
Say fuck the semantics
Preparing for the planet
‘for were lost like Atlantis
Land of the free
‘Til it’s you in the casket
Or a debate topic
Like trading and taxes

I can’t keep going like this
Living my life in crisis
We can’t keep going like this
Lost and numb but call it righteous, ahh

How am I supposed to keep my head straight?
When the world has gone sideways
When the world has gone sideways
How am I supposed to keep my head straight?
When the world has gone sideways
When the world has gone sideways

I believe the world crazy
Everything is weird
I’ve been falling off
People lost on the daily
Scary the place that we living in
We surviving barely
It’s politics and bullshit
Truth is I trust it rarely
Police is feces
They got their knee on our neck
It’s scary
My mask is customary
Dripping in Purell in hell
Sunbathing where the icecaps melt
Felt I should leave it alone
Scribble and write it in poems
About where the animals roam
Cause soon we’ll all be gone

How am I supposed to keep my head straight?
When the world has gone sideways
When the world has gone sideways
How am I supposed to keep my head straight?
When the world has gone sideways
When the world has gone sideways

Written by Z. Litt-Reddy, M. Pope , J. FulopZola Simone, Moe Pope: VocalsThe Arcitype: Guitar, KeysJonathan Ulman: DrumsTim Hall: SaxophoneChristopher Talken: Additional VocalsProduced by The Arcitype at The Bridge Sound & StageCover Photo by T.L. Litt©2021 Make History Records / AR Classic Records©2021 Make History Publishing / AR Classic Publishing

Harvard Square

Harvard has my heart
Where it all starts and ends
My favorite friend
Dancing in the fitting rooms
Wasting time and skipping school
I don’t regret it
Not one second
There is where she broke my heart
Through that window where we said
The hardest part
I can’t go back

Even if I wanted to
Even if we wanted to
Even if I wanted to

There’s nothing left of fitting rooms
Just vacant lots and men in costumes
Boutique shops and cinder blocks
Whoa oh, oh oh, oh, oh whoa

My memories fade
With cityscapes
Rising
Rising on the horizon
My memories fade
With cityscapes
Rising
Rising we fall
Oh, oh, oh

Now it’s lost

Written by Z. Litt-ReddyZola Simone: Vocals, GuitarProduced by The Arcitype at The Bridge Sound & Stage©2021 Make History Records / AR Classic Records©2021 Make History Publishing / AR Classic Publishing

A Year In My Room

I wish that spring would come by a little bit faster
Feels like the world just keeps moving backwards
Oooooh, whoa
I wish that we could just ride down 95
The windows down
Leave it all behind
We could just drive

Maybe if it was
Any other day but today
We could be together
Maybe we could get away
But I’m in my room
Think I’m here to stay
I’ll wait for you
Until it’s okay
Oooooh, whoa, whoa
Oooooh, whoa, whoa
Oooooh, whoa, whoa
Until it’s okay
(til it’s okay)

I’m missing those summer nights
The ones that felt endless
When we were free
Hopping fences
The lights were bright
But our smiles second
Now they’re just things I write in this letter
Oooooh

I watched the autumn die
My love with it
Can’t feel a thing
My spirits frigid
I long to hold you
And see your face
But I can’t remember the shape of it

Maybe if it was
Any other day but today
We could be together
Maybe we could get away
But I’m in my room
Think I’m here to stay
I’ll wait for you
Until it’s okay, yeah
Oooooh, whoa, whoa
Oooooh, whoa, whoa
Oooooh, whoa, whoa
Until it’s okay
(til it’s okay)

I’m still scared to die
But I don’t know why
Not really living
Just surviving
There’s snow outside
It’s almost Christmas
I made this for you
Please just listen
Please just listen
Ooooh

I turn eighteen
Just next week
Waited all my life
But I feel nothing
And on that day
I’ll take a breath
With only one thing in my head

If it was any other day but today
We could be together
Maybe we could get away
But I’m in my room
Think I’m here to stay
I’ll wait for you
Until it’s okay, yeah
Oooooh, whoa, whoa
Oooooh, whoa, whoa
Oooooh, whoa, whoa
‘til it’s okay

Written by Z. Litt-Reddy, J. FulopZola Simone: VocalsThe Arcitype: Guitar, KeysJonathan Ulman: DrumsProduced by The Arcitype at The Bridge Sound & Stage©2021 Make History Records / AR Classic Records©2021 Make History Publishing / AR Classic Publishing

Not Like Other Girls

She was a fake bitch
Wanted to be famous
Don’t know what I saw in you
She didn’t love herself
So everybody else had to
I feel sad for you, psych

She reeks of privilege
And Urban Outfitters perfume, ew
You’re not like other girls, honey
You’re worse

Ba-da da-da da da
Ba-da da-da da da
Ba-da da-da da da-da
You’re worse

Ba-da da-da da da
Ba-da da-da da da
Ba-da da-da da da-da
You’re worse

She was a sadist
Wanted me to take it
Don’t know why I stood by you
She didn’t love herself
And made me feel like I had to
I feel bad for you, naw

The type of girl
The one that’s easy to hate
Being drunk and high’s your only personality trait, yeah
You’re so quirky
The way that you hurt me
So fucking thirsty
I ain’t offering a drink
‘Cause you’re worse

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You’re worse

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You’re worse

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You’re worse

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You’re worse

I know what you did
I saw the way you looked at us
No, I could not forgive
How you tore my trust apart
Cut yourself
Told me that
I was the blade and the scar
I know what you are
You’re worse

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You’re worse

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You’re worse

You’re worse

You’re worse

You’re worse

You’re worse

Written by Z. Litt-Reddy, J. FulopZola Simone: VocalsThe Arcitype: Guitar, KeysJonathan Ulman: DrumsProduced by The Arcitype at The Bridge Sound & StageCover photo: Anais Stupka©2021 Make History Records / AR Classic Records©2021 Make History Publishing / AR Classic Publishing

Just Business

Never get my hopes up
You let me down
Love me Iike a ghost
Whenever you’re around
Yeah your smile’s warm
But your shoulder’s colder
Leave me out to dry
And call it closure

I know it’s a dog eat dog world baby
That don’t mean you gotta be a bitch
(You don’t gotta be a bitch)
Try my best to keep my head up lately
Tell myself it’s just business

It’s just business

It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Can’t trust no one, yeah
It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Business

It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Can’t trust no one, yeah
It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Business

Keep leading me on
With your siren song
Promise me I’m gold
Then you read, you run
I can’t let it phase me
Make me weak
That ain’t how my mamas raised me
I put in in a beat, cause

I know it’s a dog eat dog world baby
That don’t mean you gotta be a bitch
(You don’t gotta be a bitch)
Try my best to keep my head up lately
Tell myself it’s just business

It’s just business

It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Can’t trust no one, yeah
It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Business

It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Can’t trust no one, yeah
It’s just, it’s just, yeah, business
Now let ‘em be stank
While we strut to the bank
On this new wave
Got ‘em walking the plank
Got my mama to thank
For the pass that I gave you
Won’t raise my voice
Just a shame how they raised you
Praise you
When you never make a fuss
But this my business
So I’m gonna discuss
That I don’t trust nobody
Nobody but me
So I’ll air your ass out
Like a BnB
Go Z

I know it’s a dog eat dog world baby
That don’t mean you gotta be a bitch
(You don’t gotta be a bitch)
Try my best to keep my head up lately
Tell myself it’s just business

It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Can’t trust no one, yeah
It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Business

It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Can’t trust no one, yeah
It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Business

It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Can’t trust no one, yeah
It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Business

It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Can’t trust no one, yeah
It’s just, it’s just, yeah
Business

Written by Z. Litt-Reddy, D. Rebelle, J. FulopZola Simone, Dutch Rebelle: VocalsThe Arcitype: Guitar, KeysJonathan Ulman: DrumsProduced by The Arcitype at The Bridge Sound & Stage©2021 Make History Records / AR Classic Records©2021 Make History Publishing / AR Classic Publishing