domingo, 1 de octubre de 2017

Phoebe Bridgers - Smoke Signals - 2017


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  1. Phoebe Bridgers is an American indie folk musician from Los Angeles, California.
    She wrote her first song at age 11, spent her adolescence at open mic nights, and busked through her teenage years at farmers markets in her native Los Angeles. By age 20, she’d caught the ear of Ryan Adams, who listened to her perform her song “Killer” and invited her to record it in his studio the next day. The session grew into the three-song Killer EP, and she hasn’t looked back.

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  2. I went with you up to
    The place you grew up in
    We spent a week in the cold
    Just long enough to
    "Walden" it with you
    Any longer, it would have got old

    Singing "Ace of Spades" when Lemmy died
    But nothing's changed
    L.A.'s all right
    Sleeping in my bed again
    And getting in my head
    And then walk around the reservoir

    You, you must have been looking for me
    Sending smoke signals
    Pelicans circling
    Burning trash out on the beach

    One of your eyes is always half-shut
    Something happened when you were a kid
    I didn't know you then
    And I'll never understand
    Why it feels like I did

    "How Soon Is Now" in an '80s sedan
    You slept inside of it because your dad
    Lived in a campground in the back of a van
    You said that song will creep you out until you're dead

    And you must have been looking for me
    Sending smoke signals
    Pelicans circling
    Burning trash out on the beach

    I want to live at the Holiday Inn
    Where somebody else makes the bed
    We'll watch TV while the lights on the street
    Put all the stars to death
    It's been on my mind since Bowie died
    Just checking out to hide from life

    And all of our problems
    I'm gonna solve 'em
    With you riding shot-gun
    Speeding, 'cause fuck the cops

    And you, you must have been looking for me
    Sending smoke signals
    Pelicans circling
    Burning trash out on the beach

    I buried a hatchet
    It's coming up lavender
    The future's unwritten
    The past is a corridor
    I'm at the exit looking back through the hall
    You are anonymous
    I am a concrete wall

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