Winter 2021

An ongoing monthly mix of linked-to-Soundcloud submissions that I approved on Submithub for a share over on HI54.BLOG (https://hi54.blog/content/what-should-i-expect-when-i-get-a-song-approved-by-you-on-submithub). Songs are added throughout the month and then I do the whole thing over again with the next month's Submithub approvals that have a Soundcloud link as one of their audio sources.

Cheers!
Jeremy
https://hi54.blog

SubmitCloud - January 2021

Love Yourself II

A Walk In The Park

Whisper Dish - They Don't Know

Earth Angel

Shins

Music and words written and recorded by Lotta St Joan
Mixed by Cameron Laing at The Famous Gold Watch
Mastered by Marco Pellegrino at Analogue Cut Mastering

Lyrics:

The only truth I have for you
is I don't feel enough
It might even be nothing
But sorry
We're here
As those arms
Couldn't possibly reach around my fears

Oh what have I done
To you again
An honest try
Just another end

The tears I shed my lover
Are still owned by another
They are owned by another

You say it's fine
Yet I know
I've wronged us both
This time

One lonesome pair
The two of us
Together
More than ever

Oh what have I done
To you again
An honest try
Just another end

The tears I shed my friend
Are still owned by another
They are owned by another

Those Arms

"Come Here" by Wy, to be released January 20th. From new album "Marriage", out May 7th via Rama Lama Records, pre-order at https://www.ramalama.se/store

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Wy - Come Here

Stadium

We Overflow

Under Wraps

Produced by David Pye.

Lyrics:

There’s a resolution, caught you in the bar.
Underneath the light, highlighting all of the scars.
I was in no position, but I was overjoyed.

Hazel, turn your cards up, legs uncrossed, dealer spat you down.
Honest, law abiding, do your best, come to be spat out.
There’s a resolution, where you’re the theatre star.

Hold on to the reins, it’s getting, profane.
Onus ain’t around, it’s getting lame.

On another plane, uncoupled.
Physical and dry, hiding from the rain.

We Overflow

Quiet Canyons