On Planets x Blue Wednesday - Thanks For Sticking Around (Official Audio)

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Stream / Download: http://op.fanlink.to/tfsaround

Gus and I started this tune on a late and aimless night messing around with sounds, but mostly just eating snacks and chatting about the bigger picture. A couple days later, I had almost a whole song in my head.

This past year in my life has been a lesson in the pace of change—I’ve felt both as high and as low, and as big and as small as I ever have. It took a while for me to figure how to say it all, but I think I’ve started to catch the sound, and I’m really excited to be able to start sharing new music again.

This one goes out to all the people who have loved me through changes. Thanks for sticking around 🦉

- OP

2022 has felt like a recalibration of sorts, and I’ve learned a lot of lessons this past year. Being able to step back and appreciate the constants in my life has allowed me to stay grounded as time unrelentingly continues to move forward. “Thanks for Sticking Around” is an ode to all of those who have continued to support me in my endeavours, both personal and creative.

- BW

Thanks for Sticking Around (2022)
Vocals: On Planets
Production: On Planets / Blue Wednesday

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Lyrics
I must confess, my mind is made
of tiny leaden fishing weights
I throw them down these
lonely tinseled hallways
like rolling bones
does it ever feel like home?
does it matter much at all?

in the face of an almost certain end
you called my name
you took my hand
you stayed and all I said was thanks
thanks for sticking around
thanks for sticking around
thanks for sticking around
it’s never been that easy
not getting easier now

my mother says I’m almost faded out
I think she’s right but
how the hell could I admit that now
I tried
and I’m dragging you along
does it ever feel like home?
does it matter much at all?

in the face of an almost certain end
you called my name
you took my hand
you stayed and all I said was thanks,
thanks for sticking around
thanks for sticking around
thanks for sticking around
it’s never been that easy
not getting easier now

does it feel like home?
does it even matter much at all?