is that it can’t possibly be her singing the chorus of ‘Off To The Races’ — it must be some 12 year old. Or when she says ‘Sorry bout it!’ And when she says ‘vit-a-min.’ And her sort of rapping style of singing on some of the songs.
I seriously don’t care about her lips or her authenticity or any of that.
Stop saying ‘slays your faves’ or ‘slay’ or ‘slayed’ or ‘slain’ or ‘faves’ or ‘flawless’ (re: pop stars)
Thanks,
The Mgmt.
DANIEL ROSSEN — Saint Nothing (Silent Hour / Golden Mile EP, 2012)
Lift, lift your head
Myth so pristine
And white with age
Walk with me, speak to me
Saint I Don’t Know Your Name
But your voice so strong, speaks through the glass
Speaks through the ground
An empty phrase, a hollow sound
Call quite severe
Leave the throne and mind so clear
You feel no pain
An end so near
You taste the blood
How long?
How long?
How long?
How long?
JOANNA NEWSOM — On A Good Day (Have One On Me, 2010)
PLI will be working Saturday night, so I know I’ll be staying in and watching Our Queen Joanna’s Austin City Limits on PBS that night.
I’d like to see this film, The Perception of Moving Targets, that Grouper scored.
