1. |
||||
|
Rolled out of bed
Looked out my window and said
Today would be the same as the last
Opened up my bank app to find out that I had a really small amount of cash
But I got some quarters in the car
The ABC isn't far
And I come home just to realize that
I forgot the fucking limes
This happens almost every time
Grabbed my keys and got back on the road, and
I went to the store
Your dress dropped down to the floor
I bought, the limes
I bought, some wine
I stood in your line
I waited
For you to love me but, you hated
The way, I looked at the floor
When you spoke, I was sure
But you showed me the door
Now I'm back home drinking alone
I ask of you, for peace of mind
Please don't forget the fucking limes
Please don't forget
Oh please don't forget
Please don't forget the limes
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
You're so sticky sweet
Like the floor of a frat house
Basement, was where we were
Meant to be
The night you saw me
Across the room
But I wasn't looking at you
I was takin a peek
At the table of food
And that one dude
He was bustin' moves
Just slightly off beat
While our eyes meet
This is normally where
We would dance drunkenly
And fall in love
But you're not a fan of
Guys who have
Basic manners
Cause I said please
When I asked you to come
Home with me
Back to my place
You slapped me right in my face
Now I'm waiting outside
For my ride
Waiting for the night
To turn in my favor
And I'm speaking the truth
Like an honest neighbor
You'll probably go home alone
And play your XBOX on your own
Eat a frozen dinner, family sized
But you're just one guy
You're just one guy
I guess that's life
I guess that's life
I guess that's life
I guess that's life
|
||||
3. |
Lukewarm Soup Days
02:30
|
|||
|
I know a place
That we can go
Do as I say
We'll get where I know that we can
Roll in the grass
We'll sleep in the snow
So take my hand
Feel the land sweep beneath
And please
Come with me, for
I know a place
That we can go
Do as I say
We'll get where I know that we can
Dance on the sand
Get lost in the grove
So take my hand
Feel the land sweep beneath
And please
Come with me, for
I know a place
That we can go
Do as I say
We'll get where I know that we can
Laugh with the plants
Where the wild things go
So take my hand
Feel the land sweep beneath
And please
Come with me, for I know
|
||||
grease weasel Brooklyn, New York
I record my music in my laundry room, and my only goal in life is to make music for you to wag your finger to.
If you like Laundry Room Tunes (EP), you may also like:
Heartbreakingly gorgeous singer-songwriter fare drips with all the feels.
go to album
deadbeat effervescent
by No Monster Club
Upbeat DIY pop with shades of twee, disco, and alternative from this Irish group.
go to album
Pickle Darling looks to the sky on sweet, outer space-inspired LP, elevating their bedroom pop prowess further than ever before.
go to album
Arlo Parks's newest album invites listeners to meet her where she is.
go to album
The four songs on this EP are smoky and mysterious, wreaths of synth surrounding Kiara NGL’s whispery vocals.
go to album
The members of Big Slice rubbed shoulders with Britpop legends like Suede & Echobelly—no surprise when you hear their radiant, hooky songs.
go to album
Giddy and rambunctious, these three songs sound like the soundtrack to the world’s most hyperactive 8-bit game.
go to album
