I'm a Mystery is my opus for being human. I set out to capture both the awe and the tangled questions that come with feeling deeply alive. This song is years in the making; I wrote its first lines on the day I found out I was pregnant, and instantly felt its magic. Six years later, my producer and I layered new melodies and textures over that original demo, weaving together lush, cinematic sounds and a touch of childlike wonder. It’s a piece that grew with me, holding all the beauty, confusion, and hope I felt in becoming someone new.

I'm a Mystery

London Fog

Clean version for radio available
The emotional labor you provide as a sex worker, often unacknowledged and undercompensated for.

Credits:
Carol Bui: vocals, guitars, drums, percussion
Aaron Leitko: bass
Everybody clapped their hands
Vocals and additional guitars were self-recorded at home in 2021.
Everything else was recorded by TJ Lipple at Inner Ear Studio, Arlington, VA in 2009
Mixed by TJ Lipple

Lyrics
I don’t feel so good but
You don’t have to care
Make yourself at home with me, legs and shoulder bare
I’m sweet on you
Sweet on you, baby

If you’re so inclined
Sweep me off my feet
Leave your crinkled dollars out for me to keep
Tell me about your wife
Tell me about your babies
Don’t forget to tell me how tired you’ve been lately

We’re right on time, right on time
Right on time
You’re free with me, free with me
Free with me

I don’t know your neighbors
I don’t know your friends
I don’t know a soul to whom I’d tell all your secrets
Tell me all your numbers
All about your case
I don’t give a fuck but you don’t have to hear me say that

If you’re so inclined to sweep me off my feet
Leave your crinkled hundreds out for me to keep
Tell me about your wife 
Tell me about your babies
I don’t give a fuck but you don’t have to hear me say that

We’re right on time, right on time
Right on time
We’re right on time, right on time
Right on time
You’re free with me, free with me
Free with me
You’re free with me, free with me
Free with me

Sweet on you, baby
Baby, please, baby
Come on, baby
I’m sweet on you

Red Ship

02 You're Free With Me *

Tint On The Windows

Not Too Much

Written by Alice Borges
Produced by Blake Bigfoot

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TITLE: APPROVED POISON
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LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
The label reads clean
The words sound kind
Promises made to ease my mind
But a shadow hides in the bright display
A thief that steals in the light of day

(Chorus)
Approved poison
On the shelf
Whispered lies in the name of health
What they sell won't heal your wounds
Approved poison
It’ll find you soon

(Verse 2)
A carton says "fresh
" a box says "whole"
But it strips the marrow
It dulls the soul
They wrap it neat in a sterile bow
While the body breaks
But the profits grow

(Pre-chorus)
And we eat
And we trust
And we fade away
While the hunger stays
While the hunger stays

(Chorus)
Approved poison
On the shelf
Whispered lies in the name of health
What they sell won't heal your wounds
Approved poison
It’ll find you soon

(Bridge)
Who sets the rules
Who writes the laws?
The ones who profit from the flaws
A bitter bite
A silent sting
The hand that feeds is poisoning

Not Swallowing Your BS

Approved Poison

A cinematic rise into radical acceptance.
About surrendering the fight with the past, the moment the heart finally understands:
It couldn’t have happened any other way.

Everything is Perfect

Rising up from broken heart, through music and friendships

London Fog

Jessica Carter Altman