I could cut myself and write a letter with my blood
That’s so dumb you would send it back
I could buy for you a diamond and a ring,
Then I'm broke, because of shit.
But that’s not comparable to what I feel inside. And this time, I’m sure, it's right.
I've got no words to say, got no time to waste
Now it's much too late. I'm sorry that I've missed your birthday!
No more games to play. Nothing to give away
There's no need to fake it. Sorry, I forgot your date!
I know I've messed it up a couple of times.
I think I've found a way and this time it's all right.
I wrote a song for you, with a catchy tune, as hot as June like
Ninety-nine balloons. And this time, I’m sure, it's right.
I'll pick you a rose on my way down to hell,
but a song is like the scent you have smelled.
I know that I will obliviate again,
but these words of this piece will be always the same.
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024
The songs on the latest from Worriers hurtle forward breathlessly, with hook after hook topped by scorching vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2023