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

Blossomer

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Trapped in a way
Perusing it all
I could just scroll
Around the universe alone
It's not like I care
'Til sometimes I do
Notice the leak that's
Slowly filling up the room

Day's last breath is spent
Drenched in your silence

The sun is angled low
Animates the shore
Shadows running out to sea
Into the swell

Took a trip
Deep in the week
Had to get out
Because the walls began to peel
The ginkgo and oak
Showered the street
The mid-morning ghost
You know that I can sometimes be

And I don't mind
Water burns our eyes
Throws us from all sides
A chance to surface right

As sun is angled low
Animates the shore
Shadows running out to sea
Into the swell
All your breath is spent
Falling through the sand
Drenched in the silence

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

Produced and mixed by William Evans

Cover art by Melissa Santamaría

Drenched In Silence

In The Paddies

In the Paddies

Being Productive

Clever Laddy

Clever Laddy Pt. 1

Bundle

Heartstrings

Jodi

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

Motorola

Tiny Cowboy

forever

Cut Through

Harvest Moon

On The Horizon

Created in memory of Roberta Vaughan, a tune of light and hope composed and produced by Robert Holmes, featuring performances by Roger Hooper on piano and George Napier on ambient synthesis.

Tracks

YUM in the park (Bye a Squirrel)

There he is, that new old man
Wrinkle face, walking can
He just sees me, ‘neath my tree
I smile, agent
Will you believe me?

New cashew just dropped 💯
YUM
In the park 
YUM 
In the park
I’m a refuge, he’s a regular
Now we’re surrounded, where’s my editor

And the real livers fime
Planning the food, its grabbing time

Grabs and grabes and grabers fime
Once you get yours, may I get mine?

Then go to the top of the tree

I’ll fight you for it
When killt for a cashew
If you don’t share, I’ll scratch your stature
But enough gets every,
So thanks old man,
So this was just your new old plan?

So please, let me get this straight… so you thought:
YUM
In the park
YUM
In the park
All along?

One step ahead, me, I’m late, we all move, no one said
Damn, thanks old mamn

Cut Through

Thomas Flynn

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