I don't watch the news anymore but things are definitely weird rn :)

LYRICS:
Bae-dreaming 
like it’s 2014 
When we were 
too busy screaming 
Nineteen and scheming 
Too shy to stream it 
A distant dream, 
Liv…
Snap out of it 
Before 30 hits 
The years started coming 
and they’ve been coming quick 
Nothing better to do than 
get over it 
You can ask your mom 
or my therapist 
They’ll tell you 
“nothing left to do 
but get over it” 
You can own a home when they’re dead
How’s that for your existential dread?

Anthem of another lost generation 
Wide awake now my joints are aching 
That’s not what Dad 
said would happen 
Life’s a gift 
until you’re shafted 
The rents too high still, 
Thanks for asking 
Mask on, fuck it, off with maskin’ 
eat the cookies Jeff’s been trackin’ 
Cache the memes 
My Mac is crashin’ 
Bet you’ll never see a dime from that class action 
They’re all laughin’ 

I’m too young for getting old 
glory days went to waste 
For a glorified headcold 
Who says we’re forever alone? 
We’ve got a trauma 
bond with Adderall!
Can I get a refund for the debt you sold? 
Should I pack a punch 
Or another bowl?
Can I have some fun 
Or is that too bold?

We paid the price, 
We foot the bill 
To carry dead weight 
Up a fucking hill 
And It’s not even over yet, no 
Big Ben is impotent and
Nana’s mind just went to shit 
Should we go to war 
on the internet? 
It’s not close to over yet 
Gotta lock in and get after it 
Get your ass to work
No, just quiet quit! 
Don’t ask for passwords 
I forget 
Shame is useless to regret
We can save the world on the internet !
Let’s save the world on the internet. 

Silly me, I’m 
bae-dreaming again!

BAE-DREAMINGGG

Produced by Kaj Falch-Nielsen at Blue Light Studios in Vancouver, BC! (He also did the guitar parts.) 

LYRICS: 
I was walking over bridges
Trying to banish my blues
Getting tired of restless motion
Looking for somebody new

Then I saw him, running
Late as always
Daring me to make the first move
One more drink and
I’ll be sinking
Oh baby, I’m so on to you…

On to you! 
I’m on to you!
The times’ divine
For you and I 
To dance on clouds
In pastel skies 
If you treat me right
I’ll be on your side

We were walking
crossing sidewalks
Looking for something to do 
I was watching how he talked
And that’s not something 
I usually do

It took me a moment
To wake up and notice 
Suddenly, I had something to lose
That’s when he asked, 
Hey, what’s your address
I said, baby, I’m so on to you! 

On to you! 
I’m on to you!
I conjured you in poems out loud
You’re pipe dreams, kid
You’re candy clouds 
Do you hear me now? 
Should I spell it out?

I used to get lost so often
Wandering aimlessly around
In darkness
Longing for better days, but 
Now, baby, they come often
Thanks to all my mistakes
I landed in just the right place

So, I was sitting
And I was waiting 
Hoping you’d come through. 
I’m on to you, baby 
are you on to me too?

On to You!

I've been thinking about a lot of things lately cuz da world is kinda messed up and I'm just a fraught little lady wit a mind dat don't quit 

LYRICS: 
I wish this wasn’t the way it had to be
I wish people wouldn’t lie about 
what they really mean
I’m gonna tell the truth about what’s right 
in front of me, I’ve been warned; 
it’s a crime to mind the mendacity. 
 
The world tipped over 
Can we get back on the axis?
Who knew the sense that’s common 
Would be the most dramatic 
A little closer to the centre -
Baby, that’s all I’m askin’
Cause all this whiplash, sure
don’t make for good relaxin’ 

I wanna wake up and feel ok
I don’t wanna worry about the
things I can’t change
I don’t wanna go to war again
Come on, let’s not be foolish
Why do we let these lame old men 
Call the shots and make excuses!?
I propose we next elect
A genie and a magician
To take over the office
And grant us all our wishes
Keep us awake 
with sparkles and kisses
We’ll fly above the hard times 
and stave off conscription! 

The world tipped over 
Can we get back on the axis?
Who knew the sense that’s common 
Would be the most dramatic 
A little closer to the centre -
Baby, that’s all I’m askin’
Cause all this whiplash, sure
don’t make for good relaxin’ 

RED PILL TO PILLAGE!
POLICE THE DILIGENT
FOR A FLEETING THOUGHT I TWEETED BACK IN TWENTY-ELEVEN
KARMA’S FLOATING ON HER BACK
OUT THERE, WITH THE FISHES
CALL HER MOM TO REEL HER IN
BUT, HONEY,
I DON’T THINK SHE’S EVEN LISTENIN’

Ravage the dead, rattle my dread
Resurrect my hope, my will to live
Simplify the partisan scheme - 
Boys and girls, sing along with me! It goes:
Commies and fiends, Commies and fiends
Swallow your pride, follow your greed
Commies and fiends, Commies and fiends
Swallow your pride. Let go of your dreams...
But, in mine…
Oh, in mine, all I see…
Guys in neckties grip tightly my thighs 
Spread ‘em open, spread ‘em wide
Scathing eyes, peer inside to see
what it’s like to be 
a woman in the 21st century. 
That’s what it’s like to be 
a woman in the 21st century… 
But a nascent womb is not void entirely…
Next, they ask 
to lease the cavity!?

Sister, slash and slight the cavalry! 
Pay for penance, pray I’ll be redeemed.
Pious laughter, pine for modesty 
Parse their stash and catch what can’t retreat
Tell the masses, drink your Ovaltine 
Enchant the prince, and praise my IUD
Find the captives, test their loyalty.
Rise from ashes. 
Defeat the final beast!

What’s the difference? 
Unveil the variety!?
Kiss my ass and praise my subtlety!
Maybe when you learn to bleed
We can live in harmony.
Maybe when you 
BLEED!
LIKE!
ME!
We can live in harmony!

Don’t you dare 
get mad at me 
For calling out the mendacity 
memories, reflections;
collective dreams.  
Collecting calls 
to cancel schemes. 

You really gonna die on the hill of a
bathroom stall?
Well, in the 21st century 
they’re saying there’s 
no such thing
as a woman at all.

21st Century Womyn!

Wrote this song in about 15 min. Sorry for the attitude; I’ve reached peak apathy. 

LYRICS:
Baby, what you call fate
I call tequila!
Blowin smoke all day
Yeah, just to tease ya'

I’m the right girl 
in the wrong place 
You’re a bad guy
With good taste 

Let’s play! 

That’s what they call a 
False flame, you’re 
just my shadow’s soul mate 
Meant to 
teach me a lesson 
In the darkest direction 
Like this lace I’m dressed in 
all this rage is restless 
maps I made are messed cuz
hell cuts right through heaven 

How’s that for redemption? 

Lighting up Plato’s cave 
Delude the maker 
Easy now, Hemingway 
I'm a taste that you can’t savour 

You’re the right guy 
in the wrong place 
I’m a bad girl 
With a night to waste 

Let’s play! 

That’s what they call a 
False flame, you’re 
just my shadow’s 
soul mate 
Meant to 
teach me a lesson 
In the darkest direction 
Like a rake, I’m reckless  
maps I made are feckless
hell cuts right through heaven 
Heaven 
Heaven 

Another lesson to learn 
Another letter to burn 
Anti-hero like her
Another stupid girl

Lurking around my door 
My body is a temple 
Step a little closer and you can 
decorate the altar 
Better not tell my simps 
Martyr to monster 
Tally up all my sins 
Then make room for another!

That’s what I call a 
False flame, you’re 
just my shadow’s 
shallow soul mate 
Meant to 
teach me a lesson 
In the darkest direction 
all these maps are reckless
all this shame is feckless 
How's that for redemption?
How's that for redemption?

FALSE FLAME

Reworked one of my OG songs from 2021! I hope the words work like a spell and come true. 

LYRICS:
I live on the edge of town, 
that’s why you don’t 
see me around.
I’m a new girl now -
not a blue girl now.

Can you say my name? 
Erase letters and ways -
anchors to a place 
I need to get away from…

But I don’t burn bridges anymore. 
I don’t leave love notes at
the door.
I’ve been wasting breath 
and matches and
I don’t know what for.
So, I don’t burn bridges anymore.
I won’t, I won’t 
from shore to shore!
I hope I don’t
Of that, I’m sure. 

I can’t remember the 
last time I called you.
I still, kinda,
really don’t want to.

That doesn’t mean 
I never loved you,
but you’re on a bridge 
that I will fall through.  

And I don’t break bridges anymore,
don’t cry on Sundays 
on my floor.
I’ve been losing sleep and hours
And I don’t know what for
So, I don’t break bridges anymore. 
I won’t, I won’t 
from shore to shore!
I hope I don’t
Of that, I’m sure. 

Angled blinds in the afternoon.
Hoop earrings, blue perfume.
She waves goodbye,
I wave too.
From the bridge
I fixed with glue.
I had to keep on walking, 
there was nothing left to do.
I ran out of options.
I had no excuse.

Now I cross bridges on my own. 
I make pathways just to roam.
I’ve been building up resistance; 
I never feel alone.
One of these days, 
I’ll take
One of these bridges 
to get 
home!

Burn Bridges

RACINES

Well, well, well... Looks like this dum dum is figuring out how 2 exist in this chaotic world (sorta). Hear me seethe at the end - now that's what I call  passion "expelled in expostulation," baby!!!!! 

LYRICS:
I’m less sad than ever before now 
It’s all a memory 
Inside of me 
That I let out
I’m through being a hedonist 
I’m through with 
pleading for another wish 
Now, watch the words I’m weaving 
from a single thread:

You hearing this? 
that's pretty rich. 
These money trees
are getting split. 
The pleasure, please, 
it’s pretty stiff. 
I’m passing on:
another hit, 
another drop,
another riff, and
my closing line?
it goes like this: 

Lucky to be a loner again
Lucky to have this water to tread 
Now, this body and me can
finally become friends!
I got the hang of it 
The hang of it 
The hang of it 
The hang of being human 
Oh, the shame, 
you know, is ruthless 
No other way around – just through it
I know I’m late, at least I’m lucid!

I’m less mad than ever before now 
It’s all a fever dream  
Outside of me 
cause I cooled down
I don’t mind the fray 
I don’t mind the limbo or the haze
I don’t fight the moonlight
Or the munchies so much these days 

When I ask the moon 
to change the tides
It’s always later
much later than I’d like
So, I just take a moment and 
I adjust my pride
Then I walk a little closer 
to the other side
And I feel so nice
Everything will be alright
It will be alright
now that I'm...

Lucky to be a loner again
Lucky to have all this garden to tend
Now, this body and me can
finally become friends!
I got the hang of it 
The hang of it 
The hang of it!

The hang of being human 
I’m alright looking stupid 
Better off being clueless than
Testin’ God; cursing cupid

Oh, play the game - don’t be foolish!
You introspective, motherfuckin’ doofus 
No other girl truly is better suited!
This life is yours!
Baby, it’s time to prove it!
Maybe it's time you prove it...

I know I might be late, but 
Hey, I’m bloomin’
I'm blooming! 
I hear the music  
there’s nothing to it 
when you just do it!
do it!
do it!

Here’s lookin’ at me now, 
not at you, kid.

Lucky 2B a Loner

Yo! I wrote this song in 2023, but it was missing something, so I kept it to myself... I tweaked the chords last weekend and BOOM, she's fit to print!!!! Or, rather, post to da ether for my simps (aka bots) to swoon over + DM me incoherent messages about potentially signing me to a record studio !!!! Can you believe????? Mental health! !!! Love ya xoxoxoxo

tHE LYRICS are clever cuz there's myriad callbacks to all my other songs and LORE. The answers you seek EXIST, just look CLOSER!!! 

LYRICS:
Suffering ain’t a contest I’m close to winning.
Spiralling ain’t something I’ve been thinking
of doing this year. 
I’ve got no one to long for and 
nothing to fear.

I walked through flames
and turned some stones. 
I met a guy and then 
I went home. 
I fall asleep now 
all on my own. 
I’m going clear cause 
I don’t smoke.

I breathe in now 
And hold it for a moment.
Then I breathe out and 
baby, I just let go and 
I keep going cause 
I live in the moment. 
I'm so golden, I'm so golden.

I still wanna tell you all about my day. 
I still wanna wish your worries away. 
But, I don’t wanna be anything like you. 
And I’ll never be the way that I used to.
I can’t believe how long I stuck around.
I was kind but I’m kind of 
jaded now.
So, I’m casting spells and calling you out:

I don’t miss you one ounce. 
I don’t wanna kiss you on that rotten mouth.
I don’t see what the hype is 
all about. 
You’re wasting precious time 
chasing petty clout.

I found light in darkness
I found peace in hell.
Turns out I’m the ocean,
turns out he’s a well. 

Hold on tightly 
now let go lightly.
I’m back in the sea,
I’m out of his reach.
Water baby 
don’t need savin’
I was crazy but 
I turned it all around.

I breathe in now 
And hold it for a moment.
Then I breathe out and 
baby, I just let go and 
I keep going 
cause 
I live in the moment. 
It’s golden. 
Baby, I’m golden.

PROGRESSIVE MUSCLE RELAXATION

Musique originale de la pièce de théâtre Viqueens, composée par Laure Anderson.

- Juillet 2024 à février 2025 -

📸: Valérie Remise

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Original music from the play Viqueens, composed by Laure Anderson.

- July 2024 to February 2025 -

📸: Valérie Remise

VIQUEENS

LYRICS:
On the outside.
She’s laughing. 
with her girlfriends - 
It’s Friday. 
They’re yapping.
Another story. 
About a bad date. 
She’s feeling sorry…
It’s so humiliating, 
Catching love that ain’t worth saving
Another tale of the trenches, or 
Is this a cry for attention?...

She’s was confident, but I can see
The coolest girl is unravelling…

Manic pixie breakdown 
Not your average crash-out
Get thee to a bar!
call the love doctor
Charge up the crystals
Blame her father! 

The hottest girl in any room
She’s every guy’s wet dream come true
Tonight she’s in a funny kind of mood
She’s doing shots, yeah, she’s cutting loose! 
Reconciling her wasted youth…

As the night drags on, she starts to see
The play she’s in might be a tragedy 

Manic pixie breakdown 
Not your average crash-out
Spark up a blunt
Find a little comfort
She’s everyone’s fiend but
Nobody’s mother 

In a moment of clarity, 
She asks me, with all sincerity:

If it’s not deep
Why do I feel so hollow? 
Don’t worry baby, I’m sure
He’ll call you tomorrow! 

With all of this grief 
sure pays to be shallow 
Don’t overestimate
How much you can swallow…

before she burns another bridge
she finds a stranger to make out with...

Manic pixie breakdown! 
The poetry, it just pours out
Self-destructions’ assured now 
Manic pick-pick-pick pick me 
Singin’ Dolly and Whitney 
Come on, say it with me, it’s a 
Manic pixie breakdown! 
Manic pixie breakdown!

Manic Pixie Crash-Out

Sad, horny, self-reflexive... with just enough irreverence to cut though the introspection.

(indie-folk-pop)

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