Anything for You is an electro beep bop banger of a time. Equal parts angst, mystery, and sex appeal.

Anything For You

See Straight is a sexy indie pop banger born out of the depths of quarantine isolation, where Lillian created an imaginary world of lust and passion - a place where she could express all the love trapped within her, desperate to get out. 

See Straight is equal parts hypnotic seduction - as Lillian lures you into her textured dreamland - and passionate fireworks as the climax bursts from the speakers.

It slaps. Hard.

See Straight (feat. Abby Diamond)

Direct Sunlight is the sound of summer romance, road trips, and rock climbing adventures. Meshing poppy drums with bright mandolin and dreamy synths, Direct Sunlight takes you behind the wheel, cruising down the open road at sunset.

Direct Sunlight

Fine Line is a minimalist and sultry indie-pop bop. Sparse yet captivating drums, lively keys, and playful vocals all ensnare the listener’s attention while simultaneously creating a luxurious spaciousness for the track.

Fine Line

"Touching You" is a mesmerizing slow burn that sweeps the listener into an ever-expanding world of tantalizing imagery and introspection. As the song evolves, layers of sound stack one on top of each other: dreamy guitars, soulful vocals, a driving baseline, and a steady, thumping kick, all culminate in a crescendo of resplendent horns.

The song paints a vivid picture of vulnerability and desire as Frances reflects on the challenges of navigating the blurred lines between friends and lovers. Her poignant lyrics capture the frustration and longing that arises when someone’s actions and words don’t align, leaving one to piece together their true feelings.

Touching You

Tongue Tied is about cranking your charm to 11 and watching your crush melt beneath your seductive powers 🍒

Indie pop yum. Put on to feel sexy, powerful, and a bit out of your crush's league 💗

Tongue Tied

This song is about falling in love in a moment. The main refrain “you feel surreal/you feel so real” questions the “realness” of an immediate love, and blurs the line between reality and the supernatural quality love can take. Wtf is love anyways!?

In Violet

The Gravestone Feel EP is an ode to living. To chasing the sun with your head out the window and your tongue flapping in the wind. A dreamy adventure through a synth pop staircase. Where tension between dark and light, life and death, leads you always upwards but never higher.

Gravestone Feel

On December 31st, 2017, I spent the day in Death Valley with one of my best friends and 5 strangers. We would spend the last day of the year walking into a beautiful canyon. Water trickled down verdant drapes of fern and sedimentary skyscrapers staggered and soared into the sky above us. After a day of adventuring and a heavy dose of giggles, we chased the sun out of the canyon. The bright orange setting star that once lit up the valley below us sunk behind the mountains, and the landscape was painted over and over with smokey orange, magnolia pink, and dusty lavender. As purple faded to a canvas of indigo, the full moon, round and glowing, soared into the sky. We knew it was coming, but it was still so unexpected. It was one of the most beautiful moments I’ve experienced. The full moon called to us, and we swayed our hips in return. Blasting music, we danced for hours in the trunk of his Dodge RAM. On the drive home I sang Ultralight Beam with my head out the window. That night we sunk into hot springs and let our tired bodies disintegrate.

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Lyrics:
Subiendo con la luna
Siguiendo sus huellas 
Fumando la biblia
Qué Dios nos bendiga! 

Mi nombre en cursiva
Escapa por tus labios
Pasea el oscuro
Y baila con el humo

Y bailamos con el humo

You got my heart wide open
Lemme know if you need it
You got my eyes wide open
And I like what I’m seeing
Come around more often
This is what I’ve been needing
You got my lips wide open
Lemme know if you’re breathing

Ey, tronco! El chisqueiro
Pido desde el cielo 
Mientras mi cuerpo
Alcanza el infinito

Ay guapo pero guapo
Ya sé lo que quiero 
Anhelo otro beso
Que queme mis huesos

I don’t have to chase reality
It always catches up to me And I’ve wasted enough energy
On those who give no fucks
Give no fucks
Give no fucks bout me

You got my heart wide open
Lemme know if you need it
You got my eyes wide open
And I like what I’m seeing
Come around more often
This is what I’ve been needing
You got my lips wide open
Lemme know if you’re breathing 
La luna llena, bailamos con el humo
La luna llena, bailamos con el humo
La luna llena, bailamos con el humo
La luna llena, bailamos con el humo

English: 
Rising with the moon
Following her footsteps
Smoking the bible
May god bless us

My name in cursive 
Escapes from your lips
Passes in the dark
And dances with the smoke

And we dance with the smoke

*chorus*
 Ey dude, the lighter!
I ask from the sky 
As my body
Becomes infinite  Handsome (but like… handsome)
I already know what I want
I crave another kiss
That burns in my bones

*bridge*

*chorus*

The full moon, we dance with the smoke 
The full moon, we dance with the smoke 
The full moon, we dance with the smoke  
The full moon, we dance with the smoke

Timeism EP

Bailamos con el humo

Co-produced with https://soundcloud.com/nuandaa

Ladies, you know when you spot a boy from across the room and he is just smoldering? Tall, dark and handsome. Dreamy eyes. Sweet pecks. You finally get the chance to talk to him and discover, to nobody’s surprise, that he is boring as a cardboard box. Yeah. I’ve let stereotypically handsome boys take up way too much of my time because I am fooled by their beauty. Sweet, boring boys, who believe we actually care about their lengthy stories describing how much they drank with their frat boys in college. Bless their hearts, they have no idea who they are.  

Lyrics:
Do you want me live? 
Bore me ‘till I die

I don’t get the zeitgeist
Coachella’s just a pricey place 
To photograph your sick life
Hide behind my filter
Quick! Take a pic! 
Then I’ll make it look sicker

Damn, he’s a hit though! 
Thousands on the ‘gram
Now he’s up to a kilo
Armed with a smart phone
And a rockin’ torso
Sexy on the screen 
But he’s boring as cardboard

Do you want me live? 
Bore me ‘till I die

I crown this guy the worst
I could count the questions 
He asks me on my fingers
Great explanation!  Wow! 
What’d I do to deserve this narration?

Countin’ down the minutes 
Until this shitty date ends
Pullin’ out my phone when he 
Leaves me for the restroom
Sendin’ my location
Dropped a pin and now 
She’s headin’ over this direction

Do you want me live? 
Bore me ‘till I die

Waitin’ for my girl to come and swoop in 
Save me quick before 
I resort to castration
Boy I got my own sins
So fuck your fornication
50 shades of masturbation
Your pleasure is so far from my obligation
This conversation’s so far from interesting
This beer that I hold holds no more expectation
 I got other boys in town that I can call for lubrication

Do you want me…

Getting what I paid for
I’m getting what I paid for
Getting what I paid for
Getting what I paid for

Getting what I paid for
Yea getting what I paid for
Getting what I paid for
Getting what I paid for

For A Good Time, Call (feat. Nuanda)

This song is about the parts of us we lose. For me, that was getting tendonitis and having to put down my guitar. An acoustic amputation, the loss of a limb.  A year after putting down my guitar, when I was just about healed, I was encouraged by an audience of new friends and strangers to play some songs on my guitar. I took my place in front of everyone, and my fingers settled into a familiar G. But the next chord never came. I couldn’t remember a single song I’d written. Smiling faces looked up at me, telling me I could do it. But really, I could not. The words were all gone. Finally, I sat back down, startled. 

Lyrics: 
I’m foaming at the mouth to
Play you a song
Homesick for my fretboard
Where I once belonged

Gin to keep my heart warm
To intoxicate
Searching for semantics
While my tonic’s away

Oo I lost myself
Phone keys wallet 
Is there anything else?

  I’m falling out my pockets
Strewn on the ground
Somewhere there’s a world for
My lost and not found

You ask me to remind you
I already forgot
Shuffled are the details
Mismatched are all the socks
 How much does free time cost?

Oo I lost myself
Phone keys wallet 
Is there anything else?

Dust on my piano
Graveyard of guitars
Acoustic amputation
Make sense of the scars

An audience before me
The words were all gone
Silent is the singer
Forgotten are the songs

Oo I lost myself
Phone keys wallet 
Is there anything else?

Oo I lost myself
Phone keys wallet 
Is there anything else?

Phone Keys Wallet

Music written, produced and mixed by Lillian Frances.
Natalie Hagwood on cello.
Erik Maroney on acoustic guitar.
Music mastered by Garrett Bevins.

Lyrics:
It was a raincheck summer
Let’s hang out soon never
I think I got your number
And I won’t use it ever

I forgot your name
I probably never knew it
I’m gonna call ya babe
And hope that you don’t notice

It was a raincheck summer
Let’s hang out soon never
I think I got your number
And I won’t use it ever

I’m good how are you
We’re counterfeitin’ answers
Then I stage a coup
And run off with your lighter

We don’t know a thing
That’s why we make it up yeah
The past is fossilized
But we still dig it up   It was a raincheck summer
Let’s hang out soon never
I think I got your number
And I won’t use it ever 
Meanwhile in hell
The devil strings on her pearls
Gives herself a wink
Fiddling with her curls

Nobody knows what it means 
But it’s provocative (x4)

Nobody knows what it means (x3)
Nobody cares what it means

Moonrise Queendom

Raincheck Summer

Featuring Augusto Leal on *Portuguese*.

Once I was dating a guy who said to me, a couple dates in, "I just feel like I deserve you." LOL. Hard no, bud. You don't "deserve" me. I'm not a prize you get because you started doing yoga and really "worked on yourself." Bitch I am not a finish line.

Lyrics: 
So you think you deserve me? 
 You think you can earn me?

You bring the red flags 
I’ll have a parade 
Invite all my friends 
Send you on your way

You think you put in time 
So you should get a prize 
I’m not yours to decide 
I’m not your finish line

And you think that you got me 
You drive me like you bought me

You drive me like you 
You drive me like 
You drive me like you 

So you think you deserve me? 
Serve the queen and get the honey

I was burnin’ 
Que calor (How Steamy)
Before I fell into your fire 
Sou o rei da raiz (I'm the king of my roots)
I’ll take it slow 
You don’t mind, 
Do you?

Para com essa brincadeira rainha (Stop teasing me Queen)
Rebola a bunda e vamos danca (Sway your hips and let's dance)
Nosso corpo gira junto (Our bodies swing together)
Ai que febre doce (A sweet fever)
Alma na samba, maracatu no pé (Samba in my soul, Maracatu on my feet)
Céu de cigano pe no coracao (Gypsy skies, feet on my heart)
Vem aqui vem aqui, da um beijo (Come here, come here, give me a kiss)
E só desejo (It's only desire)

So you think you deserve me? 
Serve the queen and get the honey

Get The Honey

Lillian Frances is an electronic musician hailing from Davis, CA. She crafts imaginary worlds by collaging together sounds and images that call her attention.  Her unique alt-pop style has been compared to Lorde, Sylvan Esso, and Billie Eilish.

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