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Stream 'Killing Flowers' now: https://golftrip.fanlink.to/killingflowers

Golf Trip : https://www.instagram.com/golftrip_/

Lyrically inspired by the famous novel « Froth On The Daydream » from french writer Boris Vian, Killing Flowers is the debut track from french act Golf Trip.
It’s a road-trip inspired song that is an ode to the struggle in life and our constant attempt at keeping up to our dreams and what it makes of us.
Its strong vocals are bathed within an upbeat drum track, powerful synth chords and aerial guitar riffs that are building up towards a never-ending loop feel.

Tranquility Float

Killing Flowers

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Golf Trip - Killing Flowers (ft. Camel Power Club)

The Jacket

The Drive

Forget It

While You Wait

catching a fly

Dressed in Velvet

"turn your phone off friend, you're amongst friends and we don't need no interruptions"

From the LP 'The Double EP: A Sea of Split Peas' 
Out through Milk! Records (Australia),  House Anxiety / Marathon Artists (UK) and Mom + Pop (USA).

'The Double EP: A Sea of Split Peas' is available now on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/seaofsplitpeas
And for the first time, is available to pre-order in North America: http://courtneybarnett.com.au/pre-order-in-north-america

ANONYMOUS CLUB was written by Courtney Barnett

www.courtneybarnett.com.au
contact: nick@lookoutkid.com

Anonymous Club

Norm

Wasted On You

Different Now

Different Now (feat. Chastity Belt)

Froth — Oaxaca

This tune was inspired by a Robert Frost poem, adapted liberally of course, and set to a dream pop melody. If you're looking for a new Christmas music sound, give this a listen. The complete 8-track album drops Nov. 9/25. Thanks.

Journey in the Snow

SoundCloud Album Description:

Step into Tangerine Blues — a smoke-filled confession through ten songs that ache, shimmer, and seduce.
A soulful, dreamy, indie-pop odyssey for late nights and lonely hearts, this album drips with jazz nostalgia and psychedelic color — where love burns slow, pain wears pearls, and heartbreak sounds beautiful.

From the smoky blues of “Silk and Nicotine” to the bittersweet glow of “Tangerine Blues” and the cinematic solitude of “Cherry Moon Motel,” every track is a story written in lipstick, gin, and velvet regret.
It’s Amy Winehouse meets Lana Del Rey in a haze of candlelight and neon — lush vocals, vintage grooves, and confessional lyrics that linger like perfume in an empty room.

💋 Light a cigarette. Pour a glass. Hit play.
Because sometimes love doesn’t heal — it just sounds divine.


#SoulfulPop #IndieSoul #AmyWinehouseVibes #DreamyPop #RetroSoul #FemaleVocals #NeoSoul #VintagePop #SadGirlSoul #LateNightListening #JazzPop #HeartbreakSongs #MoodyPop #PsychedelicSoul

Cherry Moon Motel

He’ll smooth your hair like morning,
offer wine in a cut-glass cup,
call you darlin’ in a whisper
just loud enough to show up.
He’ll light every candle in the room
tryin’ to melt what he can’t feel,
you can wrap a wolf in velvet—
but it won’t change what’s real.

He can pour on the honey,
he can sweet-talk all night,
but a man ain’t sugar
if his heart ain’t right.
You can drown in perfume,
you can kiss him till you’re blue,
but sweetness don’t mean kindness—
and pretty don’t mean true.

He’ll brag about the women
like trophies on a shelf,
never ask their stories,
never sees beyond himself.
Says he treats you different,
like that’s some kind of crown,
but if he curses every stranger,
one day he’ll throw you when you’re down.

He can pour on the honey,
he can sweet-talk all night,
but a man ain’t sugar
if his heart ain’t right.
You can drown in perfume,
you can kiss him till you’re blue,
but sweetness don’t mean kindness—
and pretty don’t mean true.

Some men taste like promises
till the light hits what they hide.
Some love like a lockbox—
gold hinges, nothing inside.
You can frost a stone in icing,
you can bow-tie shadow and lies,
but a sour man dressed in petals
is still vinegar in disguise.

He can pour on the honey,
he can sweet-talk all night,
but a man ain’t sugar
if his heart ain’t right.
You can drown in perfume,
you can kiss him till you’re blue,
but sweetness don’t mean kindness—
and pretty don’t mean true.

Sweetness Don’t Mean Kindness

I Used to Spend So Much Time Alone

All You've Got Is Everyone

Forget It

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