Music In The Streets

Opening track ‘Whistle’ is a gentle breakup song that was written in real time as Siv came to terms with what letting go would bring to her. The track’s personal and emotive lyrics are offset by its breezy guitars and swaying electronics, which add an atmosphere of calm to the purity of Siv’s breathy, ghostly vocal.

Whistle

“Take pictures with the friends that you were crying over earlier, A mirror hall of compliments- The Debutantes of Williamsburg” — the song’s opening line sets the stage for a scene that feels universally intimate. It's raw, confessional pop—surreal and cinematic. Siv explains, “There’s something about the energy of a night out with friends when you're unsure of yourself that I find nostalgic now. I wrote this track for girls in their early 20s just trying to figure it out—because that used to be me.”


05 The Debutantes of Williamsburg

the music in the streets makes me realize some happinesses are not for me
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8am crackly voice/phone mic lo-fi, but when you're near a real life rhodes piano you utilize it

music in the streets

(lyrics)
I think there are simple things I hold true
like the fan of the gingko, the grace that it proves
I can taste it no matter what channel I at the time occupy

still I occupy time with the basest of lives
I dilute myself with a pill or a pint
does the numbing go beyond the beer on my breath each night?

I think vices are sold as delights or shared trials
and I know that I've grown from my saladin tithes
but I don't know if I've bettered from lack or from trying

what is the damage and when will it matter?
I could end in disaster having never known laughter
and I'd rather know laughter, even if it ends in disaster

I can hear it in moments , in Bach and in forests
each part proves the whole- imprints in the amorphous
though so faint and far away having lived decades of concrete
was it poured as ablution, a false shared salvation?
To spare pride at the price of alienation?
Though how false is this path if we were inclined to it anyways?

There are details in deadbolts the tangles of lying
and I can't comprehend all the fingers entwined
half dancer, half vine, have I reason to question my own mind

when I am vial of molten light
I am a violet:
velvet unsteadied 

that's not pragmatic, but what does it matter?
I could end in disaster having never known laughter
and I'd rather know laughter even if it ends in disaster 
what would it matter, if I never knew laughter?
I don't know it does
I don't know that does

                              

Violet

“psychedelic pop that converges the encompassing textures of Broadcasts with Joanna Newsom’s pleasantly off-kilter melodies” - Line Of Best Fit

" Siv Disa is an artist to add to your radar. Her brand of art pop is expansive and ambitious, with layers and layers of instruments merging into each other." - Highclouds



“...a haunting feel, while her warm, soft voice invites the listener into even the darkest of stories…Fear is an embodiment of this distinct sound she’s mastered.” – Audiofemme

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