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

"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

Words

Available on iTunes, Spotify and Google Play Sept 9.

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Broken Man

My album 'A Real Romantic' is out now! This song ++++ more
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Shakey Graves - Mansion Door

As an artist it’s my duty and privilege to sniff out adventure, make mischief, and splash in all the puddles. I walk through life seeking to understand and absorb the human experience; to uncover deeply personal sentiments, then transform them into music which resonates universally. I’m just a piece of paper, walking around hoping to document what I see in a way that others can relate to. 

Lyrics:
Call me often
Had to make time
Cash me in boy
I’m such a dime

Under cover
Like it’s a crime
Under covers
Had to make time 


I call the drummer
Cuz he’s so fine
I kiss the drummer
In my spare time

Syncopation 
Rappin’ my thigh
Roll a joint so 
We can stay high  

Well I’m just a piece of paper
No better than a Dixie Cup
Scorin’ the ground for a pencil
Tryna fill my pages up
For better and for worse

Here’s a sure way
To feel alive
Let curiosity kill ya
Eight times

Well I don’t trust no
Sky with no moon
Cuz my stars all 
Fall out of tune

Well I’m just a piece of paper (yep!)
No better than a Dixie Cup
Scorin’ the ground for attention
Tryna fill my ego up
For better and for worse

There’s no resting
For a sea shore
Cuz the waves gon’ 
Always want more

And I’m a tide so
 I’m gonna swoon
Waver in waves
That’s what tides do 

Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm

Timeism EP

Better, Worse

Surfside

Hey boy I see you slide into my DMs
Late in the night treating me like ampm
Know what? Come to think of it I’ve had a bit more fun ever since I went and dyed my hair blonde

A guy at the party asked me girl, is it natural?
Like your mom’s tits! I replied... that ain’t factual
It took more dough than a bakery would know what to do with so I’m broke, but I got the looks to prove it

And fuck the patriots
And fuck the patriarchy
Yeah I could give a shit about you and your Tom Brady
I had a blast here at your Super Bowl Party 
I’m sorry I’m not as much fun as I used to be

I don’t wonder why they talk
I just wonder what they say (x2)

I’ve encountered this phenomena every which direction
where boys talk at me and don’t ask any questions
and I’m wondering how to handle it these boys are so oblivious and I am busy I ain’t got no time for it

Ya know I don’t give a shit about your boring-ass story but your face is hella pretty and I’m really horny
I can only nod my head so much before my neck cries out in pain,
“leave this loser, get you a man with…”

SOCIAL SKILLS! We don’t all have ‘em!
I need a boy to sweep me off my feet like Aladin
Make me feel like i’m flying in the clouds like Jasmin
Like hey boy I can show you my world, sit down and listen

Cuz I’ve got so much shit to say, but I sit down to write it out and *poof* it floats away
Like my dreams are too ephemeral to live inside a pencil
They get tossed around the wind so I got good at listening

And fuck the patriots
And fuck the patriarchy
I root for Philadelphia because I like cream cheese
I had a blast here at your Super Bowl Party
I'm sorry I'm not as much fun as I used to be

As I used to be, as I used to be, was I ever?
I don't wonder why they talk, I just wonder what they say... (x2)
 
How picky do I need to be? 
I ask myself as he talks incessantly
Yeah he’s cute and he went to an Ivy League 
And likes dogs and his mom and photography

But I’m concerned about his use of apostrophes
And if he can use their and there correctly
and oh no! did he just use the word pussy to mean weak?
If I kicked you in the balls right now boy you’d scream

There’s no debate which could take a pounding
And if you weren’t aware we’re in 2018
More red flags then you’d find in Pyeongchang
If this were the olympics you’d be Russia in the games

Half mast baby cuz you’re dead to me
I’m done fucking boys in their early 20’s
Damn! I ain’t got no time for your immaturity!
I am confident as fuck so fuck your insecurities and…

And fuck the patriots
And fuck the patriarchy
Let's be honest I'm just here to smoke all of your weed
I had a blast here at your Super Bowl Party
I'm sorry I'm not as much fun as I used to be

Super Bowl Party

Esto lo grabamos en casa en cuarentena con los voice notes del iPhone :)

EN CASITA (ft Gabriela)

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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