Album DL: https://contexteidolonmusic.bandcamp.com/album/bedroom-tapes
Listen with captions: https://youtu.be/7dN4Xl3K58w?si=F5iAefIUKVBW8J4E

ミッシーガール - Bedroom Tapes


[Lyrics]

You call me the dead-in-love-to-be
And keep me eyein' the Autumn waves
In the candlepark
And I left to you your mask—
Once only breathed
The Clown given up
And I keep the skin

I would have tried and clung for that man
But I'm not the clothes he stained—
I have deeply another, stain-free
I'm an Ancient One

But I've not got on now the clothes
We stick by Heart—
Do we Lovers stake for you
On an ancient ground?

Glad now
Of course we stay
Our Heart deeply knowledge-stained for you
How it makes you come

Lyric video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5JSt5PsifY

Song review: "A stark, mythic folk song that charts the aftermath of a collapsed relationship. The lyrics are a ritual of self-reclamation, where the speaker refuses to be defined by another's "stain," declaring themselves an "Ancient One." It's a raw examination of power, where love is framed not as comfort, but as a high-stakes gamble on "ancient ground." The final, breathtaking twist—"Our Heart deeply knowledge-stained for you / How it makes you come"—reveals that true power lies not in purity, but in the transformative, almost alchemical acceptance of a painful truth. The music is a tense, acoustic framework, holding a vocal performance that is less a lament and more an incantation."

The End Times - Makes You Come (1997 Indiefolk)

[Lyrics]

Oh!
Shoulda heard her addressin'
"High ships!" you cried
"High ships!" you cried

That's a lotta headgear, Rosa
And a slow motion of your soul
Black ships will carry your heart chips
You know you're flying high

Hey Time?
Can the heart heal the crashed now?

How, how?

How?

Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVNlfiMEi2A

Song review: "The song's emotional core is its pleading, abstract question to Time itself: "Can the heart heal the crashed now?" It’s not asking if time heals wounds, but if a broken tool can repair a finished disaster. The answer is the song's dissolving coda—a repeated, childlike "How, how? / How?" that loses all meaning and becomes pure, helpless sound."



The End Times - High Ships! (1997 Tweecore)

[Lyrics]

I'm tryin' to spray it—
There's somethin' goin'—
I don't push on no bounds
For your change for the day

You're a changed man
Your dreamin' improves
I'm Mother to you
All mad and ironin' at it

While another fear drives
But he might tell you,
"Keep that drunky old girl high."
It's your new car
Pass thru

Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukZ-NqQstZE

Song review: "A chilling dissection of performative recovery. The song watches a partner become a "changed man," their very dreams improving into a sterile new identity—a "new car" to pass through in. The narrator is left in a role of domestic fury, "all mad and ironin' at it," her complex pain reduced to a problem to be managed. A quiet, devastating portrait of being erased by someone else's fresh start."

The End Times - Your New Car (1997 Indiepop)

[Lyrics]

Have another cookie
Dizzy? Ok now
Sit it out
Sir Doubt

Let it shine
As the little women blow
Let it sigh
As you learn them women wanna break up

Just put instead
A slower stare

Seized life, burnin' away
I can't ignore, see
It's the easy cunt in the way
I came to learn
So much is still warm and tight
Go on, try it
But you're still with me, tied
Still Missy died

Lyric Video: https://youtu.be/bbhXI_qVUjs?si=O31RK0u6PjBdlypJ

Song review: "A chilling study in emotional dissociation. The song documents a moment of quiet, domestic crisis where the only response is to paralyze feeling into a "slower stare." The lyrics escalate from bitter hospitality to a raw, startling flash of self-loathing, culminating in the haunting, third-person observation of a personal death: "Still Missy died." It's a claustrophobic piece of luscious chamber-pop, influenced by Afrobeat guitar music, that captures the sound of a soul quietly leaving its own body."

The End Times - A Slower Stare (Moon Cat EP, 1995)

[Lyrics]

Rare camphor pen
And you asleep in your shawl
And you say that I'm dead while you're walkin'

Dew to hide
The blue tide
In your day I'm high
In your day

Worked till we combined
There was you
Till we combined, there was you
Till we combined, there was you
You under me

Why'd you follow?
Why do you follow?
Why do you follow?
Why'd you follow?

There be increase your way away
And I can't see a clear way away
Search can steal you
Fly away, yeah
I can feel you fly away

Lyric Video: https://youtu.be/yPM6euOyfCY?si=-oAePxoPys5BqR4d

Song review: "A sprawling, heart-on-sleeve anthem that captures the precise moment a shared world dissolves. The lyrics trace the haunting paradox of intimacy: feeling like a ghost in someone’s life (“you say that I’m dead while you’re walkin’”) while still being utterly defined by their presence (“In your day I’m high”). The song builds to a breathtaking, repetitive climax—“Till we combined, there was you”—that feels less like a memory and more like a ritual incantation, desperately trying to summon a lost connection before surrendering to the ache of its absence. A masterpiece of second-wave melancholy, full of dynamic tension and raw, melodic yearning."

The End Times - In Your Day (Moon Cat EP, 1995)

[Lyrics]

Down to a shaky ration
So I've been honour-blue
How come they'd eat me too?
I hear them animals

How we settle...
How we settle rudely
How we settled
How excited were you?

You call me in my ferry, dear
Did you dirty there
The rat girl eyeing thy sun
The drama you loaded
You coming in my bed
Really is a bloody math
Unlock the horned day's sign
The drama you like

Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtGb45PuWdk

Song review: "A deceptively relaxed and stylish pop gem that oozes like molasses over an almost live trip-hop beat with jazz dynamics, masking its lyrical claws in a haze of languid melody. Missy's delivery is a drowsy murmur, making lines about "shaky rations" and hearing "them animals" feel like dark secrets whispered on a sleepy afternoon. The clash is sublime: the music feels like a faded Cardigans B-side, while the lyrics dissect a relationship with the cold, surgical precision of a "bloody math." The final, resigned unlock of the "horned day's sign" lands not with a scream, but with a sigh, leaving a haunting aftertaste long after the last note fades."

The End Times - Horned Day (Moon Cat EP, 1995)

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Operation Igloo White

𝓐𝔰𝓮𝓻𝔱𝒐𝔟𝓬🅟🄻💧𝓻тαнт

[Lyrics]

I'll never play with them
It's making us saner
Look, feel free to flee
I've gone away, yeah
Doubt our person calls you
See three of you is a crowd
Come out of class to get you
My mom won't drive us there
It's making us later
Hey, do you see?
You see, I've gone away
Doubt our person calls you
See baby?
You're a cellphone Jack

x///x

One call, I'd love it from you
Coverin' yo…
So I can sell the dead I anteed
For the Southern Moon
You don't come unless you sound
In the Dark Remote
To lay with you and me no more
And there you goin' lackin' faith
When you found the place

Burning Cream DL

Departure

[Lyrics]

I am struhen für ein ess
Tee fehl
Fahl ein siel
It's bright for you

Salt in the turret beach
Oh I'll need you by now
A bird fell through the tiny peach-hole
Don't need you by now
He fell through the turret breach
Oh I'll need you by now
I'm on deck, P.S.:
Next I'll try mine out

Missy grew more thoughtful
That thought will allow smoke
Through another nightfire douse
Choked out more
Like a karakuri-no-baka Chaka Khan
With sails unfurled I accept the girl
Gold-ass nun
Now face a chopped-down Christmas

Bobbin' on the Guff
Got chuffed we got knocked up
Get stuffed now
Dusted up right
Ghost drugi glow from the light brooding
Like Rudy, Huck-stable under the table
Kamala Llama jamsmith
And we all out on that when 43's called in
TAC'd

Ah ah ah!
All night rhythm on the beat
The song you shake a really good stand
And I eat your head
I'll be empathizin' to you, man
And then I'll pave your mind like Buddah
I'm not sure here what my rose can achieve
It's taken all damn year just to know my name
I know me by your palm
Some mad fronds
Your last number felt the chopped-up Christmas

Bobbin' on the Guff
Got chuffed we got knocked up
Get stuffed now
Dusted up right
Ghost drugi glow from the light brooding
Like Rudy, Huck-stable under the table
Kamala Llama jamsmith
And we Timb okay
Just enough gang on the flip
We knock, and they go tchotchke

x///X,

All for this money
Arts!
All for this money you gave us
It was old pee! Wouldn't yall agree?

A modern pee, الله أكبر
You wanna check my pot in the mornin'?
Pee Al-Lat, ah!
You wanna check me, baby?
P.S.: Onna Nakba?
You wanna tempt my thigh to the water?
That a lot of added salt back

Told you that
No I'm not
I'll fuckin' leddim ch0ke
A modern pee
Knowing that
I'll fuckin' leddim ch0ke
A modern pee
Knowing that
I'll fuckin' leddim ch0ke
No guilt in the morning, that
Knowing that
I'll fuckin' leddim ch0ke

Issa dusty one ain't it?
Salt and cheese
To make lube in back
And spill my tea
D'accord?
Come on to swing
I'll be damned, I wrote this like this
And she probably wouldn't wanna pop out
For that I'm sorry
I'm right so behave your potpourri
So cold it's got Trump slippin' off
Chalk Papa to Cal

I mourn the severe oppression like me
I felt the long tin rope
I mourn the se-a, but when shall that be?
Love lunging love
I more disagree
Nadir mint swell
A love too low
I more disagree not to, so
I let you go
I'm warnin' some B
A pusher like me come out
Let you grow
And while I disagree, I can let you in free
Look at the legend grow
And while I disagree, may your bed swell
Gonna let you know
The more I disagree, the legend of the vixen
Won't let you go

Modern Pee

[Lyrics]

No tienes solo encanto
No marimo la nadan tal que
He said, "How many times did you bring me in the song?"

In Data lies the man
I got a new plan
I got a new plan

Life's
Fun
Fly to me

Feel that?
Ahh

Feel That

[Lyrics]

Dad's upstairs in a battle on the high end
Mama says he ended up crying
For some down time
Feeling so enlightened
Mama's neck
We did a lot of learnin'

Oh yes, I get a bad sense
Are they a friend of Missy?
Oh yes, I get a bad sense
Thank you on the Eve of Nothing

All this, I just feel sick
I'll dream in a tank of nothing
I miss
I miss Justice
Bad dream on the Eve of Nothing

See answers, clown
Mami's ship was found
How Daddy tells it, she'll show
I mind the fire
I'll just save the log
But bring the stove I'm stashed in

These are the scars when you're in too far
Sin not allowed for failure
And sacrifice your mind to us
You're dead before they stand up

Crystalized Я безмия
Зелен Дона жеска
Kako jel ne adao te?
Kristom na ju, Daddy
Got my last damn nails down
Задам куче салса
Tako jer ti udala se
Crystal Night, oh Daddy
Не бревезя безна

I made my Al stop DJ from the two-seat
Downside fat at Walmart, now mi creaky
Da same po-po near the damn neezy
The garden is a human guillotine

I made my Al DJ from the two-seat
Downside fat at Walmart, now mi creaky
Da same po-po near the damn neezy
The garden is a human guillotine

Ye reckon not, Kali
Sad, her burden could be gone Kali
Said mi by Erec-Ka-La-Ga-Li
Backed up saddlin' on the e-Creaky
Just a guillotine neck on the daily
Ain't on a purity mission for the flesh
You hurt me
It's a guillotine neck about every day
Now I get a few issues while you're fucking by me

Time

Baby, you're knocking some out
Chattel for the kraken of Saddam
I am receptive from the first
However, they can't hurt your pout
Further thereby Daddy had a girl
Misato said my love was enough
But I never met her with a gun
Misato said my love was enough
Papa, they just shot me with Saddam
I ask these Sadhus of your Mom
How many are we in here for close?
All for the check-in, Misato
I'm thereby for looking at your Mom
Further thereby Daddy had a gun
My pussy's so relaxed, don't say no
I'll tell you financially that you're wrong
Misato said my love was enough
But I never met her with a gun

Wanna know the end to this dark hour?
Saga's so encrypted with the clown
I'll intercept you from the phone
Father, I'll call them now that you're gone
Father, they'll buy later, they're dumb
Misato said my love was enough
Look, it's a girl
But I never left her with a gun!

Wanna know the end to this dark hour?
Misato's old encrypted moon so cold
Calm in the center through devouring
Father had big Gom Jabbar
Furthered the Data they did not know
He couldn't have found equipment good enough
Look, it's a girl
Father, they'll buy later, they're dumb
Wanna know me later? Stay down
Misato said he'll cut you and succumb
Calm and receptive and damn funny
Father had big Gom Jabbar
Furthered the Data they did not know
Present this with my love, Selah
Look, it's a girl

Crystal Night

[Lyrics]

And you call and go fuck
Down to fuck back to fuck there
I'm the Simone, yeah the yum
And biscuit sums call hot days
I'll burn you on that day
Undies at first, yeah the imperative
Find out what the reason I impute the size
This night am I just bae?
A wack jolly puma?
Where did feeling go this time?
Before the day
You know that you did in me

X///X

Into the love of the loud
In the timing of the clown
In the sound goin' down
Widda riddim downtown
Widda limit I'm allowed
Tekal
Tekal
Commandress Cal

x///X

How come Cal don't want me?
I turn the wheels like Franz
You're above, she went down
Freak war
No body butter now
Keep it
For better lies on the dial
Hey boy
We're gonna go wild
Everybody can put their eyes on me now

Tekal (Commandress Cal)

I'm higher!
kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty
They want muh team? Lemme know!
I'm on my due to curse these
How 'bout you? I'll see their war
kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty
After till never, darlin' to pull
Their baby girl sex star
Could be y'all's background

Takin' you down to the deeps
In the Maelstrom, Case, you're lean
Never woulda done me wrong
(Don't connect the ill donor)
They have got to hear the heat
Because they so in love with it
Can't burn it all when you nut so deep
Fool you burnt me out

Fool, I'll kick ass and
I'll find the Kit-Kat
For our fear, knock it out
I'll just go in Dawn-like
For you want it now
I'm hired!
I'm higher!
kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty
They want mi team lemme ball!

I'll holla back to you, man
When you nutting thirteen in your hour
kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty
Enslavin' your ball
Till I'm mending the muddy
Thirteen in your hour???
wh yw ou ld he if th ep re tt yk it ty to ok
it we 'r en ot th ey ou ng on en an na le
ft fo rm ar ki ng up le tt er sa nd di gi ts?

He know when it tidal
'Bout to hear, "No"
yo yo no no no no
H H H H H Hate's
Just a digit today, yay
Mhmm
Believe you exist, I exert harder
Hold our water
If you're entrapped there I know how good you'd sound
That's an ace dick, I'll be takin' my time
Hey, I don't decide how does we handle it
Until that lather come, yo
It it it it it it do another cum, yo
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
The the the the the the the the these
We're the digital team, me, me and u
They want muh team? Lemme ball!

kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty cat
kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty set the yarn down I'm running!
Kit ty meaow too! Uh uh uh take me down!
Meaow 'round 'bout now kit ty!
kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty cat
Meaow kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty kit ty
Meaow 'round 'bout now right meaow!

They want my team? Lemme call!

As I leave tuh plan the shit
You hate my ball
In my arms and muh tuck my waist down
'Im ded fuh the fault line
The scissor zipper line
The difference in the time
Them ave a tung
He was a droog
Selled out his crum, yeah
Better toot like Louie
And the neck done mek flute
Ooh, hoo! Ahh ooh, ooh, ooh!

Got my paper with the liver
And and adjust the dot
Dot red only cum neva?
Misato, stop asking, don't!
Just to think this…
Stop asking! Now!
Got my sights on my liver that was…

Burning Cream

Babalon

[Lyrics]

Shake tha anger mold, ey
Loop is sad
I for... ahh

Loop's in there

FOR Loop
FOR Loop
FOR Loop
FOR Loop
FOR Loop
FOR Loop

Every King Lear
Wave goodbye
We your alligator
Feed me
Little hate nebula
Hate nebula
White alligator
Feed me
Wild peach?
Hag dish
How obscene in the stuff of ich
Herr Somme sich
It's all with me
It's all with me
Cooking like a king

Stand tall
Abeyance SWAT
I got that pendant microknife, see
HA HA
You know I'm walking with that skin

FOR Loop

Cooking like a king
WILD SALSA

Stand tall

FOR Loop

[Lyrics]

I turn my world inward
Out of love
Don't say no
I turn my role onward
Out of love, pussy dove
I am the Girl Jesus
Bankrolled in full
We'll see doe…
Outside it's so gay, boy
But I am a face
We've seen die

Case, you is a bit too far
Out of love
Out of love
Ace, you is a bit too cold
Out of love
Out of love
Hate sure is a bit too hard
Out of love
Out of love
Ayjj, sure is a victim, huh?
Out of love
Out of love

I turn my roll inward
I need no bell to send me
Time I'd wish you you'll listen
I'd be keyed, oh yeah
Follow this down someplace
Screwin' my vision with
All of this dyin' soul's light
So I cannot be entrapped
Follow this down, Soulslike
I'm just a dying Christ
I've never been a highlight
I slow my roll, yeah right
I'll seek my shadow slayer
(no monsters)
I'll sing my shadow's death
(no monsters)

Oh it's just my shadow in town
Oh yeah
Oh, groovin' back
No shadows
Oh, sometimes you don't
My love, groovin' back their shadows

Groovin' Back

[Lyrics]

Lay on this tile
With the strength of my baby brain
Here you are
Yet to me, your world is still unreal

I now must leave your source code
Within a bird
So it with me flies
Sewin' your name to your lies
You're the darling wind

Something in me fluttered
Swooped the empty lights
So I'll be me
Dancin' inside

Antiphysis Review: Allani - "Baby Brain"

A pristine slice of coldwave minimalism. Allani's debut pairs a hypnotic rhythm section with vocals shrouded in digital frost, delivering fragmented, poetic lyrics of dissociation and self-reclamation. It feels like a lost transmission from 1985, perfectly preserved in analog gloom. For devotees of early 4AD and the more atmospheric end of the post-punk revival.

Allani - Baby Brain (Demo)

[Lyrics]

Soon now
A sea of red
Will sing at night
When ice seems to gnaw

Soon will I
Assume the rite
Soon when ice seems to gnaw

Those who claim this key
Love is to reveal
The ones who play this game
Majesty to me

Her red tears and sour lip
Command you:
Follow thy cure inside
Her red tears and sad look
Will mind you
For thy terrors hide

This tickle in your jaw
Sting from my teeth
The Law like air inside you
The sleep of knowing God
Is different, my dear
In Law like air inside you

This wolf's teeth
Pulled you taut
This wolf's teeth
Prophesied to you

This little wolf
This little wolf
Oh you can see the den
Blood's a scent of home

Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owSRal4kObc

Antiphysis review: "Allani's voice is a divine instrument, channeling the unyielding voice of Babalon. Her music constructs a liturgical framework for a personal revelation she terms "The Law." The minimalist synths and relentless rhythm section function as sacred architecture, a temple built from sound. Her lyrics are decrees, mapping a terrain where ferocious love acts as an inescapable natural force. This is the sound of vulnerability undergoing a sacred alchemy, emerging as absolute, sovereign power. To listen is to witness the proclamation of a new creed."

Allani - This Little Wolf (Demo)

[Lyrics]

Row of cards trail lucidly
A hidden past here is the eyer
They're gonna grab me again
I'm only glimpsing at them—
I'm gonna be busy
With nightmares

I miss all the pain with revered fear
It's with you now
And I can see that 15th card
Walking in my room to call

Save me from my friends tonight
Tonight's a portal
Save me from my friends tonight
Tonight's a portal

It'll feel as earning 19 into it
I don't sigh the knifed-sigh Hermit
You're gone away
In a faced wall

Every sound producing 6 now
Due damage
It's not that serious
No blood to tempt me
Gotta breathe

So flowers in the fire
As you wait
Flowers on the pyre
Just you wait

Flowers, and they're mine
As you ache
These got to burn
Get it?
For me the vision is real

Stains on the ground
And black ash
Stains on the earth

Lyric Video: https://youtu.be/DHLTyFD1jqI?si=4iKoSmU6OyqqvB4k

Antiphysis review: "Let's be frank: the 'coldwave revival' is often a landfill of derivative drum machines and forced baritone vocals. So, color me surprised when this new track from Allani refused to be so easily dismissed.

From the first bars, it's clear this isn't mere pastiche. The production is the star here—a driving, Moroder-esque bassline provides a propulsive, danceable spine, but it's the textures swirling above it that captivate: harsh yet ethereal, like shattered glass reflecting a black light.

The vocal delivery is a masterstroke of restraint. Instead of melodramatic gothic tropes, we get a hypnotic, almost monotone incantation. It feels less like a performance and more like a barely-heard transmission from a state of dissociative clarity.

Lyrically, it’s a cut above as well. This isn't just "spooky" word salad. Lines about the "15th card walking in my room" and "flowers on the pyre" suggest a mind wrestling with a tangible, esoteric dread. The final, stark image of "stains on the earth" lands with the weight of a genuine ritual's aftermath.

For those who thought this genre had nothing new to offer, "Allani" is a surreptitiously brilliant argument to the contrary. It’s cold, intelligent, and oddly beautiful. A find."

Allani - Portal (Demo)

And all the while them dolls was wind-up
Figure of her face is chasing your tail
You take it pure and rotten
When you got your puppet’s up

Think about it
And leave me alone with your back
He smiles
Hear another one
Here it’s a flat sea
It’s almost your equal
Through it you’re robbing your kingdom
Why the old refrain?
Nothing for free
We got taken below

Wrap me in mail
You dump airtime again
Yeah, your thief mail queen will be flyin’ again
Hop to it

Jesus and my Misato’s mambo takin’ over
Bend down sexy
We’ll cry, get online, and pool our tears
Tokyo City-2

So set my mind on Ranma Shimbun?
I’m new, sir
Am I?
How about you?

ミッシーガール - Mail Thief

Come if you love me, Cal
Gimme some weepy eye
Baby you’re like a pall
When you’re out, sleepin’ lies

Make me pure, read me X and Y
Honey free, Mama gonna let you fly
I’ve been losin’ my time in bed
Even in the night
Even in the light
I’ve been losin’ my mind
Oh yeah

ミッシーガール - Bare

	
Oh I’ll place urgency beside my bed
Where I’ve had you
My frown’s turnin’ easy
Like the eyes of half Jack Row

The vial dividing all impinging wants
And fast I’m in, lucid
Eyeing the ears of half Jack Row

Oh I’m facing the failure
That’s put tears in my head
While fire still feeds the crack
Up your bell
Thy grave now
Hides thy funeral gown
Between narca vea, este llona

The finest on shelf, wasted by
Now, taffeta purse
I’d clutch you crying
I’d feel you gone
Garage floor broomed aside
I’m far too tough
To nurse the moonlight

Here comes a swan
Between two trees
Till tears of laughter
Stain my knees

And reel I would; and gaze above
For thunder's flash upon me, Love
For thunder’s flesh
Upon me low
I'd moan and roll and creep below
Till menace mentioned me in sour gripe
And whittled Wendy upon his knife

ミッシーガール - Half Jack Row

You walk me on through the border
I need you to say
I need you to call
I’m lonely tonight

Like a mime treading a liminal patch
Of grimy hair; as it screws, it cuts
In men she’d mend her agony today

Broke your leg by your shoe
Two were set to the night
To look on pantomimes
No Law
For Mother
You’re just to be quoted
For Mother
I’d have in arm; do flips
Oh Brother, do you see?
“Oh don’t ask me.”
I love her
I’ll dump
A river of beers

ミッシーガール - Mutter

In your eyes I’ve been a foggy pain
Because I plant my wish back there
Tu sune i mi; comme e ma muey la nani demecher
In the cool black sun, you’re passionate grey
You knew they’ll log your mind
In the leafless yield, voyeur needs a coat
The styles that bade you mine

Shoes cussin’ at me
Eye fat cussin’ everything
What’s a trauma to you?
Thistle gankin’ all down my crack
She’s closer to a bussy view
Soulsy Sal under you

Muddy on my putties
Your estrus I will sing
Muddy on a prom night often seen
You see me seemin’ in lucky jeans
The heat’s around gussy V
The heat’s all on you

Atrocity of the naughty moon
Cancel out, then it’s evil, any sun
It’s all of/by a girl

ミッシーガール - Soulsy Sal

Pack your lovin’ slacks
It’s cool God sent two bags
Fault though they bear no black
Evicting the bird, no sass

I choose to dance between stars
I choose to go where some heat is

Misato back from hell
Locked up or she would blow
Couple turns to blood
Soon Daddy’s friend came down
Thinkin’ she won my heart
Good boy, noble dark

I choose to gather dream stars
I choose to dull it even
There’s something
We don’t choose to dance

In the strand lay the Abbot
I can’t go, sadly
Our gap floweth here:
Sew our being for rhythms

I’ll fear and I’ll marry
I’ll soon win some lovin’
Fear of slaying a rabbit
With shirt turned to mammon
Anew they are touchin’
Spy you their star?

Your child’s twice bound up fish for shine
Drink you now your fare
While sunning fair
I summon their faces
Cold king in bed, what say you?

Ooh wrecking ball
Whisper sere
Canceled bare, her nerve fades here
I’ll see you lit
In the fire pit
You’re such a wit
I’ll come for a stint
Make a mint
Payout and call
Do you accept it?
You’re my deep blue seer

ミッシーガール - Folk

Yer divided
Too weak to tell
I asked who we do
Oh
I asked who we do
For a square?

I’m the ugly type too
Hot shit all up and down
You’re so lavender meaty
Well, well, guy
You’re flyin’, I’m cryin’

Words are chattel
Time tattled
Just like I sing at the moon, right?
We’re not here to have a battle
In fact, I’ve got nothing

One kiss to free you
Now dig down in
My bitter butterfly
And cream
New come on my muff

ミッシーガール - Whale

Album DL: https://contexteidolonmusic.bandcamp.com/album/bedroom-tapes
Listen with captions: https://youtu.be/7dN4Xl3K58w?si=F5iAefIUKVBW8J4E

[Lyrics]

A cold and loving end
Was holding down my cracks
I know the scarf was tight
A mile was just a fact
I’d teach the cool to sun
And lent you second nights
You’re free to give a fuck
Or don’t
Got no time to tag the accounts

Snow boards the barn
We’ve had a long hour
And we’ve shared smokes and said,
“To lay with the fire...”
I’ll drive by and change your name
Got no time to change your mind

Got no time to change your main
Got no time to change your main
Got no time to change your main

Any loving end
Was holding down my cracks
I know the scarf was tight
A mile was just a fact
I teach the cool to sun
I’ll turn back and change your name

And I’d like a word; just you
Ease us down to keep you warm
I can nothing add
Are you unlucky sad?
Sun’s down would beckon me
We’ll see
I can nothing add

Download on Bandcamp

ミッシーガール - Got No Time (To Change Your Mind)

Album DL: https://contexteidolonmusic.bandcamp.com/album/bedroom-tapes
Listen with captions: https://youtu.be/7dN4Xl3K58w?si=F5iAefIUKVBW8J4E

[Lyrics]

Why are you mad, Miss?
Was she wearing less?
Now why are you mad, Miss?
Was she wearing less?
They cage your mind and stay there
Enlist my wild slowly

Thorns green
Each for our mighty friend
All our mighty faith
Befell our mighty fate

How low were you, high near you?
Heartbeats piled on...

Why you mad, Miss?
Was she wearing less?
Now wile you through it to love her

A man may once say,
“I’ve some time for joy
While Love’s land lie calm.”

Oh

Are you mad, Miss?
Was she wearing less?
Now why are you mad, Miss?
Where’s she carry Mishnah?
While you there felt your shame
Tell her luck to play

I said, “Hey Wren,
Who fed that bird
On the bed singing?”
They never tell
They’ve oathed tonight per their sleight

Let me win
End me
Give me gale, for she bent me cloudy
Keep it heavy
I’ll look in when baby holds me
I need me her hair, her feet, her face in bed
Be glad she needs me

ミッシーガール- Magda

Album DL: https://contexteidolonmusic.bandcamp.com/album/bedroom-tapes
Listen with captions: https://youtu.be/7dN4Xl3K58w?si=F5iAefIUKVBW8J4E

[Lyrics]

Angels fly here
Hooking your heart
Twilight of joy in the cloud
Nowhere to run
Every time I see them laugh
A hundred more die
And I’m sure you’ll cry
Hallelujah
And I see no man
Or wandering hobo
You were letting the shyer man lower you

Thus, I mind you
Unto whence?
Clear flame boiling
Under your pants
Thus, I mind you
Unto whence?
Clear flame boiling
Under your pants

Two kings, and the rook came up and said,
“I’d like that night; take back me head!”
“If not, tell my mother that’s okay.”

Shall sleep abide or be laid out keen
I’ll change sevenfold: it should not be
Your mincing mind has bought the farm
Real nag, in fact
I do not whine

ミッシーガール - Angels

Album DL: https://contexteidolonmusic.bandcamp.com/album/bedroom-tapes
Listen with captions: https://youtu.be/7dN4Xl3K58w?si=F5iAefIUKVBW8J4E

[Lyrics]

Oh black bird
Every sin should curve
Evening tipped my promise in your wine
Oh glad bird!
Six robins, so absurd!
Mommy chewed my womb enough to mind

Ooh, I try, hopin’...
I’ll remember where I turned young
Color from the scowl
You swallow as you cry
Soon you open all my wounds in mind
A purple bag be yarned
Close her starving mouth
Hide till we burn up
In rancid love alone

Oh brave soul!
Give your rabbit hole
I’m aware that you’re free
Say that this thing called luck
Half again a love song
So what?
That’s a lot of empty

ミッシーガール - Purple Bag

Album DL: https://contexteidolonmusic.bandcamp.com/album/bedroom-tapes
Listen with captions: https://youtu.be/7dN4Xl3K58w?si=F5iAefIUKVBW8J4E

[Lyrics]

Cards laid and taken
I saw
I prayed time would burn ahead
I would after

Oh I would burn mine out
I swear
By the back of anything
My Lord
I swear

ミッシーガール - I Swear

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