Crush

Crush (feat. John Eatherly & Madeline Follin)

Italians Do It Better

Hollywood

[Verse 1]
Every girl wants a man with a hoodie she can steal
Baggy on her frame
But it fits how she feels
Late night cab ride
I’m drowsy in the back
Wrapped up in the fabric
Got my face in the black
You laugh when I drown inside that neckline
Sleeves past my hands like I’m freezing in July
Kitchen light humming
I’m dancing in your clothes
Socks on tile
Sliding where the moonlight goes
Your scent in the seams
That familiar little cloud
Soft on my lungs
Makes the whole room loud
I pull the hood up
Blocking out the world
Only heartbeat I hear is the beat of your girl
[Chorus]
Every girl wants a man whose hoodie she can nick
Pull it over her head
Make the moment stick
Wrap up in that scent that smells like home
Like home
Like home
Every girl wants a man whose hoodie she can take
Wear it all day long till the stitching frays
Wrap up in that scent that smells like home
Like you
Like home

[Verse 2]
You leave it on my chair like you’re doing it on purpose
Grey with the drawstrings chewed at the surface
Slide it on slow
Let it fall off my shoulder
Movie on mute while the night gets colder
I’m curled on the sofa
Knees to my chest
You’re scrolling on your phone
Head on my breast
We don’t say much
We don’t really need to
Your name on the tag
But it lives on me too
I wear it to the store
To the café on the corner
Barista knows your smell when I cross the border
Friends say I’m sprung
I just smile and zone
’Cause this cotton feels like keys to a rented home
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Sunday morning sunlight
Window cracked a bit
Coffee on the counter
I’m drowning in the fit
Neckline loose
I’m half awake
Hair tied wrong
Singing to the kettle
Making up songs
You kiss me from behind
Hands in the pocket
My back in your chest
Clock without a clock tick
We stack up the dishes but the laundry can wait
I’m busy saving memories in this heavyweight
Photo in the mirror
Sleeves cover my face
You say
“send it to me
” I say
“try and take”
But you love how it hangs
Love how I roam
Round your flat barefoot like I built this home
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
Every girl wants that safety on her skin
When the train’s packed out and the daylight’s thin
Headphones in
But I’m hearing your jokes
In the folds of the hood
In the threads of the yoke
Rain hits glass
I’m fogging up the pane
Tracing your initials in the window with my name
Teacher
Bar staff
Strangers in the queue
Ask about the size like it says something new
But they don’t know the nights that soaked these cuffs
Laughs in the kitchen
Little made-up stuff
I breathe you in deep when the day feels wrong
And the world soft-focus when the zip slides on
[Chorus]
[Verse 5]
Wardrobe full of outfits
But this is my choice
Every loose stitch sounds like your voice
I stash it in my bag when I stay at my friend’s
Pull it out late when the party ends
Bathroom light buzzing
Mascara running down
I throw your hoodie on over my small-town gown
Look in the mirror
I’m calm in the chaos
Like the bass in my chest finally pays off
I don’t need a castle or a ring or a throne
Just a doorway
A laugh
And a scent like home
Every girl wants that one sure thing
A man with a hoodie and a heart on string
[Chorus]
[Verse 6
If you know
Then you know
It’s more than a borrowed top
It’s the reason that the leaving talk always seems to stop
I might front like I’m fine
Independent
Walk on my own
But I’m softer than I show when I’m zipped up in your tone
So if you wanna win my heart
Don’t say too much
Just leave that hoodie on my chair and I’m already touched
[Chorus]

Brooksie.s Hoodie You Can Nick - 2 Step Mix

Shinkansen No.1 / New Ways is the second release from CC DUST, a new duo from Olympia, Washington featuring Maryjane Dunphe and David Jaques. Shinkansen No.1 introduces the record with a more industrial, harder edge than much of the group’s debut 12” (CC DUST – S/T), a fast paced, urgent song powered by by fast kick drums and Jaques’ bassline acrobatics. CC Dust opened every show on their recent European tour with this salvo, a dark energy that spirals upwards, with Dunphe’s vocal giving the production space to build into a crescendo.

New Ways on the other hand, is perhaps Dunphe’s finest moment yet set to disc. Dunphe is a performer who battles restraint, her every vocal performance a tour de force and New Ways is one of the most emotional and transcendent performances imaginable. With a terse retraint in the verses, the chorus here erupts into an anthem for doomed youth, with every crack in Dunphe’s voice hitting the listener square in the chest.

A light that casts shadow, CC Dust is doomed, romantic music anchored by Jaques’ live bass and the powerful performance values Dunphe has honed both in her punk group Vexx and in various film and performance projects. Musically, CC Dust’s precedents might be considered the European synth pop originators of the early 80s, there’s also an abundance of low-end hooks played on baritone and bass guitars that teases the ear like early New Order productions, but in Dunphe’s passionate vocal performances there’s a close-to-the- 
bone reality that bypasses cool detachment.

CC Dust play and write real songs lived. A desire for desire. What is it? How does it manifest? Is it all worth the tumult? CC Dust offer no answers as there are none, but they ask the right questions in a life-affirming way. Doomed, romantic, unanswerable and vital.

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