1. |
A.I.M.
03:28
|
|||
|
There’s a place I know that we can go
Dial up and meet me there
And we can say all of the things
Things we never dared
Tell me your screen name and I’ll type it in
Late at night when I’m still up
The door creaks open and
The door slams shut
The door creaks open and
The door slams shut
The door creaks open and
You say what’s up
On A...I...M
America online
A....I...M
America online
Those deep lyrics copy pasted from a bright eyes song
Away message left for you in black and red font
I hope you read it and it shoots right through your heart
I hope you read it while I’m eating dinner with my mom
I’m comic sans I spill my teenage guts to
The buzzing glow gets much brighter when you sign on
You can talk shit but don’t get the window wrong
May those names R.I.P. in cyber Valhalla
On A....I...M
America online
A....I...M
America online
The door creaks open and
The door slams shut
The door creaks open and
The door slams shut
The door creaks open and
You say what’s up.
|
||||
2. |
Sporty Dyke
03:46
|
|
||
|
Sporty Dyke
That pony-tail back tight
Not typically my type
But there’s something about you I like
Do you play on my team
So tall and kinda mean
Come pick me up on your motorbike
And wrap me up tight
In your muscular thighs
I’ll be your home-run baby
Oh you keep me up at night
Running laps in my mind
In your little track shorts
Throw the ball into my court
So shoot your shot into my net
Oh you make me sweat
I’ve been training for it
I promise I’m not lazy
Sporty Dyke
I’m not the sporty type
But I’ll cheer on the side
So come pick me up on your motorbike
And wrap me up tight
In your muscular thighs
Oh run away with me
Oh you keep me up at night
Running laps in my mind
In your little track shorts
Throw the ball into my court
Well I won’t make you chase me
Cause I know that you’d catch me
Gonna fall hard, that’s just physics baby
No I won’t make you chase me
Cause I know that you’d catch me
Fall hard, that’s just physics baby
So meet me in the locker room
My MVP is you
I hope it’s not too soon
To take you to the finish line
I wanna touchdown
Come on and wear me out
Be your electrolyte baby
Oh you keep me up at night
Running laps in my mind
In your little track shorts
Throw the ball into my court
|
||||
3. |
All My Plants Died
04:29
|
|||
|
Went to the Home Depot back in March
I put these baby plants in my shopping cart
To breathe some life into my home
A quarantining bio-dome,
I watered each week put them in the sun
But three months later our time is done
I talked to them even sang them tunes
But they didn’t even make it til June
All my plants died
Why can’t I keep them alive
I see all of those other plants in my friends houses that thrive,
All my plants died
All my plants died
Am I so intolerable
these plants would rather die than grow?
I swear I’ve tried everything I can
but the black thumb curses it all again,
Is it the same reason all my lovers leave?
These plants can’t stand to be with me?
They can’t walk out the door and say goodbye
so they just slowly wilt and die
All my plants died
Why can’t I keep them alive
I see all of those other plants in my friends houses that thrive,
All my plants died
All my plants died
And if there’s one thing that I’ve learned
from these pots of dried up dirt
I’m better off with plastic leaves
Illusions forever green
All my plants died
Why can’t I keep them alive
I see all of those other plants in my friends houses that thrive,
All my plants died
All my plants died
|
||||
BOVVL CUTZ Minneapolis, Minnesota
If you like BOVVL CUTZ, you may also like:
New on the always-great label Velvet Blue Music is “Slow Parade” from Gileah Taylor, boasting warm songs built on piano and guitar.
go to album
Orchid Underneath
by Jane Paknia
Delightfully unpredictable debut from a New York electronic producer and composer with backgrounds in psychedelic rock, jazz, and indie pop.
go to album
An imaginative and experimentalist yet accessible record of acoustic prog from London-based artist Kiran Leonard.
go to album
Touched by the Stuff
by Motorists
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists.
go to album
Blissfully narcotic dream-pop inspired by real dreams.
go to album
Brijean are back! Uptempo space disco grooves dusted with soul and R&B on the duo’s latest masterpiece.
go to album
Guitars sparkle like distant constellations on the latest from Scythe, who delivers dazzling space rock on their latest LP.
go to album
