Dream Girl, Decide

O.C. Fair

Lonelier

You suck my soul 
out of my bones and onto the floor 
where I skin my knees 
looking for change and trying to please
In another world 
with the will to fight 
I could kick your ass 
I could sleep at night

I know you know 
everything will be just fine
I know you know 
every word from you’s a lie
I know you know 
that you’re running out of luck 
I know you know 
Karma’s gonna f&*k you up

You blow s^&t up 
and a heart full of shrapnel so hard to clean up
So I scrub your sins, 
so clean on the one here making amends
In a normal world 
feeling safe and sound
I’d be miles away, 
you’d be underground

I know you know 
everything will be just fine
I know you know 
every word from you’s a lie
I know you know 
that you’re running out of luck 
I know you know 
Karma’s gonna f&*k you up

I Know You Know

Produced by Xole and Port Streets

Vocal by Elise Palmer
Guitar by Daniele Tiddia

“Antidote”

I need an Antidote
Something real to keep my head afloat
Something to help me tell the true from fake
and kill the poison that you left here 
In your wake, yeah
I need an Antidote
Maybe something burning down my throat
Something that when applied aggressively
Erases all the traces of your memory
Your toxic memory

And I thought it was love 
that ran through my veins 
and captured my heart 
and bound it in chains
And I thought it was love 
that filled me with doubt 
and went to my head 
and made me pass out
And I thought it was love 
that made me look thin 
and start to break out 
and crawl in my skin
And I thought it was love 
that left me a shell 
and hating the world 
but mostly hating myself 

I need an Antidote 
some injection when I start to choke 
to shock me back into it might have been
Before you came and sucked out all the oxygen
Ok?
I need an Antidote
Something real to keep my head afloat
Something to help me tell the true from fake
and kill the poison that you left here 
In your wake…yeah

And I thought it was love 
that ran through my veins 
and captured my heart 
and bound it in chains
And I thought it was love 
that filled me with doubt 
and went to my head 
and made me pass out
And I thought it was love 
that made me look thin 
and start to break out 
and crawl in my skin
And I thought it was love 
that left me this shell
Afraid of the world 
and hating myself

I need an Antidote

Antidote ft. Elise Palmer

New track by Port Streets. Co-produced by Bibz.

Follow Me Home

Antidote (Acoustic)

This is Port Streets' debut EP, available 5/19 on all platforms.

Port Streets is the brainchild of a producer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Martin Borsanyi, who writes and records from his home in Orange County, California. The music -- a joyful, catchy, but often melancholy mix of organic indie pop -- is the collective output of a large group of friends and session players.  Intimate boy/girl vocal harmonies meet piano, violins and new wave guitars in an eclectic but coherent musical vision that conjures up bands like The Decembrists, Dawes and Best Coast.  Plaintive verses yield to urgent earworm choruses as the arrangements seamlessly span indie rock, 60s Brit pop, and 70s SoCal rock -- sometimes in the same track.

The result is a collection of compulsively catchy songs, expertly and eclectically arranged.  Standouts include "Carine, Come Clean," a rollicking violin- and banjo-led plea to a lover who won't let herself be happy, with its organic vibe broken by a straight up Elvis Costello punk-ish bridge.  “Genevieve Knows” mixes a quirky 60s groove with a larger-than-life sing-along chorus that sounds like the Hollies and They Might Be Giants wrote a musical together.  “Palisades, 1989 (for Paul)“ is a sunny, saturated 70s piano pop postcard ballad from a faded, gilded teenage past, where the gas is free and drinks never end.  “Air Enough to Breathe” is a straight up breezy bossa nova, with a punching Joe Jackson chorus.

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