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Vocals: Macgee Warshofsky and Sabrina Teitelbaum
Engineering: Devan Welsh
Album Art: Maya Bingham

1:20

C U Soon

Something's Gotta Give

I wana go to a place where it's cold
Where I can be by myself be alone
and love on my own time

I wana go to a place where it snows
where my body feels numb and I've come to know
It'll be alright

It'll be just fine, on my own time.

I wana go to a place no one knows
Hide away in a cabin in the woods with 
frozen ideas, frozen, I would be frozen.

No one would know then
that I'm in heaven
It looks like hell.
But as far as I can tell

I'm basking in the glory of a newfound story
That'll bring me back to life

Angels live here in the cold
Should I stay or should I go?
I got demons, this I know
But angels live here in the cold.

I wana go to a place where it's quiet
Where no one's asking me why it's
so hard to be who I wana be 
so hard to be who I wana be

I wana go to a place where it's tired
Where I can close my eyes and
dream how I wana dream
dream how I wana dream

No one would know then
that I'm in heaven
It looks like hell.
But as far as I can tell

I'm basking in the weather
and it looks much better to be 
stuck here in the storm.

Angels live here in the cold
Should I stay or should I go
I got demons, this I know
But angels live here in the cold.

Cold

Recorded at AEA in Pasadena, CA
Written and Performed by The Nova Darlings
Produced by Madison Scheckel and The Nova Darlings
Engineered by Sammy Rothman
Mixed by Andi Inadomi
Mastered by Alex Flagstatd

A Terrible Film - Single

A Terrible Film

"For Paul" 

written by Huxlee
produced by Huxlee & Wolfy
recorded & mixed by Keith Armstrong at Pietown Sound
mastered by Justin Schturtz at Sterling Sound 


LYRICS: 

Get off the internet
He's mad at his mom or his sister
Don't be an idiot, nothing's gonna happen
at best you'll get the last word and think on it in traffic 

we got no way to go back 
as much as you wanna be a kid again
the curtain lifted and you saw the trick 
it's hard to hear 
but there really is no way for you to suck your own dick 

and at my very best
in love with the world and it's strangers
and in the next moment
pleading with my lover, this aint what I signed up for
just kiss me till it's over 

we got no way to go back 
as much as you wanna be a kid again
the curtain lifted and you saw the trick 
it's hard to hear but there really is no...

(buh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh)

For Paul

Rosie Tucker | song, vocals, guitar, bass
Anna Arboles | guitar
Jessica Reed | drums
Wolfy | production
Daniel Oldham | mixing
Carl Saff | mastering
Recorded at PieTown Sound in Burbank, California
--
Photo by Cecilia Sweet Coll
Artwork by Rosie Tucker
--
You know the date on the oldest coin in your palm
I know the names of the flowers along the back wall
But I get afraid one of us is bluffing
The blooms they will fade
And the change will amount to nothing
Nothing at all

The laundromat's funny at two in the morning
The blonde on TV says I too can be gorgeous
And hairless, it's easy with laser assistance
I wish you would push me around in the bins
But we're talking serious
While the colors bleed

You know the full weight of every wager you've lost
I know for certain that certainty comes at a cost
But I get afraid of what I can't define
So I tally affections like nickels and dimes in your palm
Like your palm in my palm

My parents met in a laundromat parking lot
I almost tell you but then I think not to
We focus on pulling our lights from our darknesses
We separate even though we've got sparks
While the colors bleed

Spinster Cycle

A song about intentions 
A song about transformation 
A song about surgery 
A song about self-mutilation //

I shake like a patient 
Can't tie all the straps myself 
Still waiting for the pills to kick me 
It might take a second 

I'm sick like a stomach 
Taste blood in the back of my throat 
I mix chemicals and holy water 
It might take a second 

I need the love of my mother 
I need the love of my life 

Somebody tear me apart again 
I want my life to start again 
& I need a knife to the heart again 
I wanna feel alright 

I birth my assassin 
I leave all the doors unlocked 
Red circle on my pale stomach 
It might take a second 

I need the love of my mother 
I need the love of my life 

Somebody tear me apart again 
I want my life to start again 
& I need a knife to the heart again 
I never feel alright 

You take everything so serious 
But what about me? 

'Cause I wanna feel alright 

Taking it back for sure 
You say I won't, but that never works 
And you say we can still be friends 
But I've never been good at pretend 
& I need a knife to the heart again 
I wanna feel alright //

released May 18, 2018 
Written, Recorded, and Performed by The Nova Darlings 
Mixed by Joey Messina-Doerning 
Mastered by Andrew Garver 

The Nova Darlings are: 
Mackin Carroll - Vocals, Bass Guitar 
Carter Couron - Drums 
Sara Mulford - Keys, Vocals 
Larry Scanniello - Guitar

Knife to the Heart

Music band of your old middle school classmates.

Knife to the Heart

The Nova Darlings

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