I thought I would sing your words in a song
So you could hear them and still sing along
I thought I would get your ideas out audibly
So they could get off the paper honestly
You've got this all wrong
An apparition that’s suddenly clear
You're my intentions I wish to draw near
Since that first night we spent in Chicago
I hope you don't mind
Because it gives me a piece of sanity
Can't get you out of my mind
And your words they give me a bit of self esteem
When you walked right up to me
And you held me with your words
Pulled your body up against mine
Like two commas in a row
And like that
We were never suppose to happen
And like that
We made it work
I love mom jeans. It immerses myself in those unforgettable feelings and makes me weep, and I smile as the trumpet starts to play. How wonderful. zhangzhanglang
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024
This is album is like nothing I've ever heard. I love how the dissonance turns into cohesion and then proceeds to flow between the two. The jazziness of it, the tenderness of it, the lightheartedness of the sound in places...it really astounds me. I wish I could listen to it for the first time again. coitosk