I Can't Help Myself (0420)

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Melle - 2016 Souvenir

Lyrics:
 
My heart in the sun, I lay it out to dry
It’s 8:23, so baby take your time
Shoes on the floor, honey the water’s fine
No one’s gonna find us today, you’re all mine
 
I’m fucking around on the stylophone
You take a picture of me, you’re wearing my cologne
Get back in the car, got 20-something miles to go
One eye one you, one on the road
 
I love you more now summer’s here 
When that April rain it disappears
May 27th’s near
I fly back through the years
you’re my 2016 souvenir

2 cups of styrofoam, my diet of Diet Coke
We’re working hard, but baby ain’t it nice to know
No matter where we are, our life’s a holiday
It doesn’t matter we live, you’re my only home 
 
Somebody told me this would be a bad idea
But here we are still swinging from the chandelier
 
I see the gold, gold grass and my bare feet in the sand 
And the children flying kites and the grandmas on their bikes 
And they’re melting in the sun and I’m staring at the clouds in the sky 
And in the mirrors in your eyes and you

I love you more now summer’s here 
When that April rain it disappears
May 27th’s near
I fly back through the years
You’re my 2016 souvenir

Oh, souvenir
You’re my 2016 souvenir





2016 Souvenir

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Chillwave, Neo-Psychedelica, Hypnagogic Pop, Jangle Pop, Indie, Alternative

The code is lost.

Este disco es, literal, el mapa emocional de Lúa. Todo salió de notas guardadas en el celular, madrugadas pegado a la ventana y pláticas con sus amigos. Cada canción es un pedazo de algo que le dolió, le movió o le hizo sonreír.

Musicalmente es el universo que Lúa trae pegado: guitarras flotando, líneas de bajo bien marcadas y voces que a veces parecen un susurro directo al oído. Nada de poses; suena a un chico de la CDMX contando sus cosas sin filtros, con la puerta del cuarto medio abierta y la ciudad respirando afuera.

Póntelo en el metro de noche, en la azotea con una cerveza o mientras manejas sin rumbo; es un disco para acompañarte cuando quieras mirar tus propios mapas invisibles y quizá, como Lúa, encontrarles sentido.

Viento Estelar

maybe  p. RFM Beats

High Speed

Sometimes we lose ourselves
Trying to please people
Trying to fit into places
That don't belong to us, don't fit us

We fragment ourselves too much
For so little, so little
I don't want to be and act like this anymore
Fragmenting and losing myself

Quiet desperation is trying to please
Living in search of approval
That means nothing, nothing for us
Quiet desperation makes us fall
Quiet, quiet desperation

Makes us fall
Quiet, quiet 

Honestly, I don't care at all
If you like me or not
That's your problem
If you like my sound or not
That's your problem	
I just want to be okay with myself

We fragment ourselves too much
For so little, so little
I don't want to be and nothing for us

Quiet desperation makes us fall
Quiet, quiet desperation 
Makes us fall
Quiet, quiet 

Honestly, I don't care at all
If you like me or not
That's your problem
If you like my sound or not
That's your problem	
I just want to be okay with myself

Quiet Desperation

Lonely skies (Prod. Peril)

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Chillwave, Bedroom Pop, Indie Rock, Jangle Pop, Alternative

maybe p. RFM Beats

dg.loolyy

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