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"Lonely Age"

Drifting through life, full of vacant replies
Wandering lost, like a motherless child
Not a word to say, in this lonely age
Wanna look away, go back to sleep
Accept defeat, flee in retreat, disguised

Once I could say, I was willing to try
Seeking the source, for a meaningful life
Now I pretend, just to claim I belong
Safely in step, with the vacuous throngs

Heaven knows I’d never make it
So pathetic that I ever tried to fake it
Graduate of voluntary mind-enslavement
Flew the coop and joined the troops,
A simple sleuth
Reporting from the lonely age now

Not a word to say, in this lonely age
Try to look away and, go back to sleep
Admit defeat, flee in retreat, disguised

Caught in a lie, that I’d gladly concede
Choosing a side, isn’t easy for me

Cause heaven knows I’d never make it
So pathetic that I ever tried to fake it
Graduate of voluntary mind-enslavement
Threw the coup, negotiated truth’s abatement

(Patrick Bateman)

And heaven knows we’d never make it
So pathetic that we ever tried to fake it
Graduates of voluntary mind-enslavement
Flew the coop, and joined the troops
Still put to use, consulting for the lonely age now

Written by Christian Carpenter and Derek Barber
Recorded by Robert Shelton at Tiny Telephone in Oakland, CA
Mixed by Jake Aron
Mastered by Bijan Sharifi 

Christian Carpenter: Vocals, Electric Bass, OBX, Dx7, Drum Machine Programming, Eventide H910 live effects processing
Anthony Ferraro: ARP 2600, Hammond B3 Organ, Studiologic Sledge 
Derek Barber: Slide Electric Guitar
Mark Clifford: Vibraphones
Andrew Maguire: Bongos, Shaker
Geneva Harrison: Drums

Nihilist funk indie groover with insightful, precise lyrics, hooky choruses, and crafty word-play.

Lonely Age

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Melle - 2016 Souvenir

Lyrics:
 
My heart in the sun, I lay it out to dry
It’s 8:23, so baby take your time
Shoes on the floor, honey the water’s fine
No one’s gonna find us today, you’re all mine
 
I’m fucking around on the stylophone
You take a picture of me, you’re wearing my cologne
Get back in the car, got 20-something miles to go
One eye one you, one on the road
 
I love you more now summer’s here 
When that April rain it disappears
May 27th’s near
I fly back through the years
you’re my 2016 souvenir

2 cups of styrofoam, my diet of Diet Coke
We’re working hard, but baby ain’t it nice to know
No matter where we are, our life’s a holiday
It doesn’t matter we live, you’re my only home 
 
Somebody told me this would be a bad idea
But here we are still swinging from the chandelier
 
I see the gold, gold grass and my bare feet in the sand 
And the children flying kites and the grandmas on their bikes 
And they’re melting in the sun and I’m staring at the clouds in the sky 
And in the mirrors in your eyes and you

I love you more now summer’s here 
When that April rain it disappears
May 27th’s near
I fly back through the years
You’re my 2016 souvenir

Oh, souvenir
You’re my 2016 souvenir





2016 Souvenir

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Chillwave, Neo-Psychedelica, Hypnagogic Pop, Jangle Pop, Indie, Alternative

The code is lost.

Este disco es, literal, el mapa emocional de Lúa. Todo salió de notas guardadas en el celular, madrugadas pegado a la ventana y pláticas con sus amigos. Cada canción es un pedazo de algo que le dolió, le movió o le hizo sonreír.

Musicalmente es el universo que Lúa trae pegado: guitarras flotando, líneas de bajo bien marcadas y voces que a veces parecen un susurro directo al oído. Nada de poses; suena a un chico de la CDMX contando sus cosas sin filtros, con la puerta del cuarto medio abierta y la ciudad respirando afuera.

Póntelo en el metro de noche, en la azotea con una cerveza o mientras manejas sin rumbo; es un disco para acompañarte cuando quieras mirar tus propios mapas invisibles y quizá, como Lúa, encontrarles sentido.

Viento Estelar

In the cosmos

Elvis in a Submarine

High Speed

My Lonely Chair

verspult:
text by human /// Selling out the soul /// Ausverkauf der Seele, Tagebuch der Emotionen

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