Max Gabriel unpinnable@unpinnablebutterflies.net 718.510.7178

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  • UNPINNABLE BUTTERFLIES: demos for a cinema-musical
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  • Max Gabriel: The Exile of Saint Christopher
  • Film/TV Scoring: Eclectic Cues
  • Max Gabriel and the Broken Ribs
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Patience with this modern world, dear

Your Favorite Songs

About every third day
I wrap a piece of light
In an envelope
In an envelope
And i’m afraid of airplanes
So I drink a lot of wine
If I made it on the radio
I’d take taxis all the time
All my friends are struggling
With different versions of themselves
Some mornings when I wake up
It feel like nothings left

Your favorite songs
You only like on the third time
I didn’t used have
Such a complicated mind
We walk together in the streetlight
And some dear kid
Has outlined all the shadows with chalk
So in the morning
We know where the darkness is

Kids are litterbugs
Dropping names
I’m in the corner reading henry james
Oh i’m old

About every third day
I wrap a pice of sight
In an envelope
In an envelope
And i’m afraid of girlfriends
So I drink a lot of wine
If I made it on the tv
They’d let me cut in every line
All my friends are actors
Which means they serve drinks in a bar
We’re full of hope
Even though everyone’s at war

Your favorite songs
You only like on the third time
I didn’t used have
Such a complicated mind
We walk together in the streetlight
And some dear kid
Has outlined all the shadows with chalk
So in the morning
We know where the darkness was

Kids with trust funds hurt like me
We’re solo sailors on an empty sea
Oh i’m poor

I was born in california
Beneath a pale cold war sky
An old soul caught in a new transmission
Yeah I got fault lines
But now, now I just
I just wanna know you’re name

About every third day
Someone stabs me with their beauty
I take it in
I just take it in
And i’m afraid of dying
It’s like falling without time
When men draw shapes in the ground
It makes my father want to cry
I think we all got broken
From the raising of the stakes
When I look into the mirror
My face is full of mistakes

Patience with this modern world, dear.