You asked me early in the morning
“Does my outfit look French enough?”
Honey, you look Frencher than the kiss a businessman plants on an unsuspecting intern while he’s blackout drunk.
Who would have thunk that we would be here?
I’m tasting fear as I see those girls twirling fire over there.
I like the car brand with the lion
You can’t pronounce it.
Every siren sounds mildly disappointed
And you’ve never been more annoyed with me in all this time before.
We waited such a long time
Just to miss the bus that never came
Crying under sheets that smell like cigarettes
“Will we regret this trip?”
We asked ourselves that and it only was the second day.
But I hate what I’m doing now
And I love these memories as much as I hate what I’m doing now
And I think about them whenever I’m doing whatever the fuck that it is that I’m doing now
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016
Dreamy, intimate experimental pop, part of the artist's challenge to herself to write and record a song every single day of the year. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2017