stale air in a jazz club late some night
shoulders touching, someone thinks they’re in the right
and you ask me if I'd rather have my space
than be suffocated by your lace

stepping on your toes with shoes i borrowed
saying things i know will hurt tomorrow
then burying the hatchet so far down 
we’ll never find it
i wouldn’t mind it
if you don’t mind

you say your voice is not your own these days
that somewhere along the line you must have parted ways
you ask me to tell you the truth
there’s nothing more true than the sound that comes from you

i’ll bring you from the depth into the shallow
saying things we’ll both forget tomorrow 
and you drive me insane but if love is blind 
then i’ll be blinded
i wouldn’t mind it
if you don’t mind

once i said
your birthday cake was the hardest thing I’d ever made
you asked me
“would you make it again?”
i said, “just tell me when…”

If You Don't Mind (Demo)

01.
All that’s left of us is just a dent
In a field of peonies.
Footsteps running ‘round in circles
Wrestle to the ground
‘Till finally…

You pull up to your lips
An orange that you find;
You eat it with the rind.

02.
Now I take the dirt left on my back 
And I eat it in one breath.
Growing fields in acres in me
Orange marmalade 
I made myself…

You pull it to your lips 
Just like you’d done before
You beg me for some more.


03.
Darling,
In this moment we are children
Of the land of milk and honey.
Take no more than you are given;
Take this orange from me.

Darling,
Under fruit trees, face to face,
We’ll find we’ve not rehearsed
How to peel our skins with grace;
Who will finish first? 
 

04.
Now that all these oranges
Are ripe enough for harvest
If you were to take one
You just know that you could have it
‘Cause the tree branch hangs so low
It might just touch the ground,
And if you’re laying underneath it

You might catch one in your mouth.



Written, performed, recorded, edited, by Carolina Lopez.
Additional production and mix by Ben Duff.
Cover art by Carolina Lopez.
January 2023. ©

Orange Marmalade (Demo)

thank you for listening :) this is a take on cyclical love.


Lyrics:

I’ve lent an ear
To someone so dear to me,
And I have lived here
Longer it seems than a year.

And somehow wet as rain
Is paint from way back when.
The stain eats up our ceiling;
Our ceiling caves 

Again.



Broken stilts
Of wilting roses;
Holding up our noses,
Goodbye’s our only skill.

This house we built
It tilts, it poses
And all we’ll ever know is
Goodbye until

Time stands
so 
very
Still…



Eyes on the shears, 
I’ve held him so dear to me.
Not lovers- not near-
But lovers we seemed to appear. 

Allow ourselves to wane,
To feign an honest end,
To paint over our feelings.
Our feelings crave

Again.



Written and performed by Carolina Lopez and Daniel Mathisen. © 2023
Guitar by Daniel Mathisen.
Vocals, lyrics, cover art, and production by Carolina Lopez.

Again (Demo)

My arrangement of white christmassssss

Performed, recorded, and produced by Carolina Lopez, December 2022.

White Christmas

korg minilogue moment

art by me, orchid photo by Oliver Guhr <3

orchid_synth improvisation

for the girls who pine

written and produced by Carolina Lopez, Oct 15, 2023.©
art by me as well

sore

door song
(a misguided song written a while ago, more of a poem than a song)

you wipe your tears and leave the door half open
you read between the lines, hoping
there's another story written in the margin,
one where he'll barge in

you hang the mistletoe way out of season
you linger much too long without a reason
leave the door ajar for him to ease in
but all you've really done is let a breeze in

a smoke comes in an suddenly you're high
wafting through the house in which you lie
memories of his hands burnt on your thighs
and there he is again before your eyes

you welcome this illusion with some pleasure
it enters in disguised as fresh air
all you want to do is run your fingers through his hair
but you're the only one who's really there-
you're the only one who's really there...

you wipe your tears and grab keys to the lock
while giving one last glance at the clock
you think to salt the frame, encircle it with chalk...
and then there's a knock.


if I were you, I wouldn't move a cent
he'll come just like he went

forgive him not, forget him when
his feet have burned a hole in the cement

and you'll write the same song
again and
again and
again.

Door Song (Demo)

Change (Big Thief)

My Peace

noise machineeeeee
ethereal folk and electronic vibes

Carolina Lopez

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