produced by Jr. & Michael Coleman
engineered, mixed & mastered by Michael Coleman

Okinawa

🎧 Track: Mademoiselle Mystique
🎸 Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🌦 Mood: Romantic Collapse • Parisian Irony • Groovy Longing

Description:
What do you get when you mix heartbreak, French literature, and an existential fashion show? You get Mademoiselle Mystique — a baguette-scented ballad for anyone who’s ever been ghosted by someone in ankle boots quoting Foucault.

She arrived late. She judged your Spotify playlist. She said “peut-être” with a shrug so elegant it should’ve been framed in the Louvre. Meanwhile, you wore your hoodie like hope and your heart like a club badge. Rookie mistake.

This isn’t just a breakup song. It’s a soirée of sighs with backup vocals from crushed masculinity and the ghost of your Google Translate history.
Think:
🥖 Paris, but the part where no one texts back
🍷 Wine, but with subtle contempt
🧥 Style, but emotionally unavailable
🗼 Love, but post-structuralist

🎶 Guitars that jangle like your nerves on a second espresso
🎶 Lyrics that stab with eyeliner precision
🎶 A chorus so catchy it might critique you in French

Warning: May cause spontaneous cigarette cravings, introspective walks by the Seine, and an overwhelming urge to reread The Second Sex while crying in a Zara changing room.

Press play. Regret nothing. Except maybe the oysters. 🦪💔

Lyrics:

You showed up late, with no apology
A scarf, some boots, and silent mythology
A cigarette waved like a wand in the air
I choked on the smoke, but you didn’t care

You spoke in quotes from Simone de Beauvoir
While fixing your bangs in a rearview car
I asked if you liked me, you said “peut-être”
Which is French for never, but with better hair

I wore my heart like a football crest
You wore your doubt like a vintage vest
And every shrug was couture despair
God, I fell in love with your vacant stare

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
Elegance with great physique
A walking riddle wrapped in wine
You laughed and said, “don’t call me mine”
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
Cool detachment, tongue-in-cheek
I brought you flowers, you brought critique
Oh — you tragic, tonic, Gallic freak 🎶

You said you eat croissants without the guilt
And wear regret like designer quilt
I tried to match your existential grace
But my hoodie screamed “Midwestern face”

You read Camus and sipped Chablis
While I googled how to flirt in French for free
You kissed my neck with a sigh so light
It echoed louder than our final fight

You said “love is war, but make it chic”
Then vanished like a French boutique
Now all I have is your perfume ghost
And an overdraft from that Bordeaux toast

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
Elegance with great physique
The queen of cold with lips so red
You left me texting while you read
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
A walking Vogue critique
I lost my pride in your boutique
Oh — you magnifique, Parisian freak 🎶

“I never said I’d stay,” you whispered…
Then ordered oysters and made a face when I mispronounced œufs.

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
You made detachment so unique
I wore your silence like a badge
While you slow-danced with your carry-on bag
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
Bittersweet, tres magnifique
I wrote this song, you’d call it bleak
But darling…
I’m still stuck in your mystique 🎶

Mademoiselle Mystique

Found myself commenting 'what the fuck' so many times at current events in this crazy world.  Working in the garden there was a beautiful salamander watching me and I imagined this song.  Writers/readers know Dorothy's 'fresh hell'.  West coast Canadian perspective.

What The Fuck (Salamander High)

https://badpandarecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-quincey-look-up-to-the-sky http://thequincey.com https://soundcloud.com/the-quincey/

d o w n l o a d

The Quincey - Look Up To The Sky

Recorded at Sixtyten Studios
Produced by Steven Warstler
Mastered by Zach Shipps

Vocals, Guitar, and Bass by Tim Korenich
Drums and Percussion by Nelson Overton
Saxophone by Dean Tartaglia
Upright Bass by John Holkeboer
Backing vocals by Alexandria Granados

Music and lyrics by Tim Korenich
except "How We've Grown" by Adam Rich

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Recorded, engineered and mixed by Alana Marta DeVito
All parts written and performed by Bobbypin
Mastered by Alex Cowan.
Released: June 2016
Video HERE: https://youtu.be/1g7hs80fFWA

lyrics:
Driving that same dirt road
Breaking my back again
Crashing that same ol’ car 
Chasing my own demise
Taking you down with my own two eyes
Falling asleep with just a simple smile

Consequence of you 
Consequence of me 
Consequence of you and me 
Making the space for that second chance
Consequence of you and me
Betting a dance on this doomed romance

Consequence

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