this is litro the best song out of the album

You cannot deny the fact that this sounds like an Animal Crossing soundtrack

the comments r the reason i dont tell ppl my music taste💀

Sling out now

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Credits:
Written By: Clairo and Jack Antonoff
Published By: Claire Cottrill Publishing administered by Songs Of Universal, Inc. (BMI) and Sony/ATV Songs LLC / Ducky Donath Music (BMI)
Produced By: Jack Antonoff and Clairo
Recorded By: Laura Sisk and Jack Antonoff at Allaire Studios (Mount Tonche, NY) and Clubhouse Studios (Rhinebeck, NY)
Second Engineering by: John Rooney
Assistant Engineering by: Shubham Mondal
Mixed By: Jack Antonoff and Laura Sisk at Allaire Studios (Mount Tonche, NY) and at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY)
Mastered By: Chris Gehringer, assisted by Will Quinnell at Sterling Sound
Clairo: Electric Guitar, Wurlitzer, Piano, Kalimba, Vocals
Jack Antonoff: Programming, Drums, Bass, Fretless Bass, Slide Guitar, Ebow Guitar, 12-String and 6-String Acoustic Guitars, Wurlitzer, Piano, Clavinet, Moog Model D
Evan Smith: Flutes, Saxophones

Amoeba

Bewitched

While You Were Sleeping

April's Nectar

White Noise

beabadoobee - the way i spoke

beabadoobee - dance with me

beabadoobee - everest

This Is How Tomorrow Moves

Ever Seen

Everything I Want

One Time

Post

Radio silence, nothing but ghosts,
Fading like echoes, lost in the cold.
Radio silence, turning to stone,
Waiting for someone to call me back home.

They spoke in echoes, once so bright,
A love that shimmered in the night.
But now the static fills the air,
Two hearts that whisper in despair.

A spark became a careless fight,
A matchstick flared, then lost its light.
Words once tender, sharp as glass,
Cut too deep, too soon to pass.

Radio silence, nothing but ghosts,
Fading like echoes, lost in the cold.
Radio silence, turning to stone,
Waiting for someone to call me back home.

They watch the clock but make no move,
Each waiting for the other’s proof
That love remains, that pride will bend,
That silence isn’t how this ends.

Yet stubborn hands refuse to write,
And stubborn lips stay locked up tight.
Two souls adrift in hurt and doubt,
Both craving words they go without.

Radio silence, nothing but ghosts,
Fading like echoes, lost in the cold.
Radio silence—turning to stone,
Waiting for someone to call me back home…

Radio Silence

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Everything I Want

beabadoobee

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