Indie Pop / Rock Playlist | BIRP! July 2025

The cherry blossom start
A summer with all the bugs
We stumble out for air
Like we've never seen the world
The tags inside our collars
Cut them out for good
And wash them till they're soft

I can tell
You're gonna leave a mark on me
All as well
We're weaning off cetirizine

The skin we lost is settled
In corners we don't go
And growing like the guilt
Of never calling home

I can tell
You're gonna leave a mark on me
All as well
We're weaning off cetirizine
I can tell
You're in it till you can't be seen
For a while
And then we're trading allergies

Performed by Stray Fossa (W. Evans, N. Evans, Z. Blount)
Lyrics by Nicholas Warren Evans
Music by Nicholas Warren Evans and William J Evans

Produced by William Evans

Cover art by Melissa Santamaría

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Take time 
Don’t want to fight
But the words you said
Somewhat unfair 
And I don’t know how
You and me, my friend
Can start again
Can start again

Or that’s how
It always seemed
When the blood spilled out
One moment, the next
It would all cool down
You and me, my friend
Seemed always better
With than without

Drains fast
Rushing like water
Through your hands
Threatening to rip us off
From the banks
Where nothing grows
And all your faith
Is all that floats

Oh well
Nothing could stop us
From spilling out
All of our guts 
Into something now
You and me, my friend
We’ve had our go
You know?

And that’s alright
And that’s alright
And always was
And always was
And always was
And always was
And always was
And always was
And always was
And always was

And that’s alright
And that’s alright
And always was
And that’s alright
And that’s alright
And always was
And that’s alright

Performed by Stray Fossa (W. Evans, N. Evans, Z. Blount)
Lyrics by William J Evans
Music by William J Evans and Nicholas Warren Evans

Produced and mixed by William Evans

Cover art by Melissa Santamaría

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Heartstrings

You wanna speak your mind
It’s all just mighty fine
The time you take to compromise
I try to turn the tides

Nothing feels just right
Right there in my palms
To hold your words and see your eyes

It’s hard to realise
It’s hard to memorise
It’s hard to realise
It’s hard to memorise

Your keeping up on time
Growing up and showing up to work
Loading up high
Practicing that smile

I translate all the time
My love for you
And so you do
I hope you realise

It’s hard to realise
It’s hard to memorise
It’s hard to realise
It’s hard to memorise

I see blue skies
I see the light
I see blue skies
I see the light
It’s hard to release
It’s hard to memorise

It’s hard to realise
It’s hard to memories
You wanna speak your mind
It’s all just mighty fine
The time you take to compromise
I try to turn the tides

Nothing feels just right
Right there in my palms
To hold your words and see your eyes

It’s hard to realise
It’s hard to memorise
It’s hard to realise
It’s hard to memorise

Your keeping up on time
Growing up and showing up to work
Loading up high
Practicing that smile

I translate all the time
My love for you
And so you do
I hope you realise

It’s hard to realise
It’s hard to memorise
It’s hard to realise
It’s hard to memorise

I see blue skies
I see the light
I see blue skies
I see the light
It’s hard to release
It’s hard to memorise

It’s hard to realise
It’s hard to memorise

Hard To Memorise

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a place i go

Out of place, but still aligned
Foreign shape with a native mind
Bright dissonance, I let it show
I don’t fit—don’t need to, though
Streetlight hum in a serif tone
Patterns bloom when I walk alone

Crown of thorns on a fruit of gold
Sweetness hidden, a story told
I am slow in the city’s haste
Out of place—but not displaced

Sidewalk veins in a fractured grid
Numbers whisper what others hid
Glass repeats the sun’s refrain
Steel remembers but not my name
Streetlight hum in a serif tone
Patterns bloom when I walk alone

Crown of thorns on a fruit of gold
Sweetness hidden, a story told
I am slow in the city’s haste
Out of place—but not displaced

Out of place, but still aligned
Foreign shape with a native mind
Bright dissonance, I let it show
I don’t fit—don’t need to, though
Streetlight hum in a serif tone
Patterns bloom when I walk alone

Crown of thorns on a fruit of gold
Sweetness hidden, a story told
I am slow in the city’s haste
Out of place—but not displaced

Sidewalk veins in a fractured grid
Numbers whisper what others hid
Glass repeats the sun’s refrain
Steel remembers but not my name


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