Come and Go Moon

Language

The Singularity

Break My Heart

Live in Paris

Better Than

Spring to Come

2011-03-20 - The Orange Peel - Asheville, NC

Susskind Hotel (2011-03-20 - The Orange Peel - Asheville, NC)

Live at Radio City Music Hall

Flodown (Live)

Garcia Grisman

The Thrill is Gone (Alternate Version)

Imagine if a French House banger got kidnapped by an indie band in jangly guitars and baritone melancholy. That’s this track: a cover where disco lasers became chiming strings, and the sweaty club was replaced by an awkward kitchen sink romance.

The lyrics are basically one long diary entry of a guy who panics when someone touches his knee, accidentally flirts like a Cold War spy, and rehearses love declarations in the bathroom mirror. It’s post-punk angst meets jangle-pop crush syndrome, with the emotional maturity of someone who frames ironic flowers because they don’t know what else to do.

Think: baritone vocals that sound like Joy Division’s Ian Curtis reading your group chat, guitars that sparkle like the last light in your ex’s window, and rhythms that dance like they’re too shy to actually dance.

So yeah—French House went to therapy, bought a second-hand leather jacket, and started humming about Netflix, cheese, and accidental stair routines. The result? This track.

Press play if you’ve ever:

Laughed too loud at a bad joke just to touch someone’s sleeve

Split the bill but not the feelings

Texted a heart emoji while pretending it was “just friendly”

Until you meet… see us again… and again… and again.

Lyrics:

Until we meet
See us again
I'll rehearse my love in the mirror again
You'll laugh too loud at one of my jokes then hug me like a nun in a trench coat cloak
Maybe next time one of us speaks or maybe we'll just invite the two we beat
See us again
I'll keep loving you like a very old

We split the bill like we split the truth
Flirt like spies in a kissing booth
You call me pal with your head askew
I choke on words and pretend it's dew
You touched my knee, oh was that fate
You laughed, I panicked, said great plate
Every look's a near confession wrapped in frieze and soft repression

Until we meet
See us again
Maybe your hand will hold mine then
Or maybe I'll choke and spill my drink then sink like love on a kitchen sink
If not same dance, same old refrain, you and your hoodie meet on sham
Till we meet
See us again
I'll love you quietly like it's not insane

We do the accidental stair routine
Then talk about cheese or a Netflix scene
Your playlist screams I want more than tea
But you say we're chill and giggle at me
I bring you flowers as a joke
You framed them up, no one spoke
Friends who text with heart emojis like passion's just one of our hobbies

Until we meet
See us again
I'll iron my soul and spray some zen
You'll smile like love's not in disguise and I'll nod like I'm not hypnotized
Maybe next time lips will move or maybe we'll just vibe
Until we meet
See us again
I'll miss your almost love

Amen

Until We See Us Again (Indie Rock Version)

Umphrey's McGee ~ End of the Road

The John Butler Trio are John Butler, Grant Gerathy (Drums), Byron Luiters (Bass)  http://www.johnbutlertrio.com @johnbutlertrio