I like you cause you call me by the name I call myself
A shortened version of a name that can’t be shortened well
I wanna cry, cause I miss you
Do I notice when you’re gone?
It seems the space you occupy is the space where you belong
I love your mum, but I don’t know her very well
She speaks to me with kindness, she could easily bag and sell
I might be you if I tried, but I would rather be myself
I’ve learnt of myself all my life I can’t act all that well
Eating in your yard with you feels like what I’ve been working towards
So young and wise, so young and wise
And so incurably bored
My childhood moves to Melbourne, joins a cult and lives out in the bush
I’m sane enough to put things off, or waiting for a pity push
I’d rather be a Jesus freak than freak out over nothing at all
If those things make you happy then we’d rather you be that than here
Knew you when you were 18, to you then I've never felt so near
If you’re alright, do you think I'll be fine?
Do you think that?
Do you think an old man of a God is worth the skin that's on your hands
Old man god
You see me as a foundation, but the groundworks not been laid yet
I could scream that in a mans face, he’d say I never said that
There must be a sign on my back, saying kiss me until I crack
I can’t resist a love, I know one day I will regret that
It's a love that can’t be healthy, the love I show myself
But you hold me like i'm malleable, until I’m something else
How do you hold me?
But sitting in this calm with you feels like what I’ve been yearning for
So young and wise, so young and wise
And so incurably yours
My childhood moves to Melbourne, joins a cult and lives out in the bush
I’m sane enough to put things off, I’m waiting for that pity push
I’d rather be a Jesus freak than freak out over nothing at all
If those things make you happy then we’d rather you be that than here
Knew you when you were 18, to you then I've never felt so near
If you’re alright, do you think I'll be fine?
Do you think that?
Do you think that?
Do you think that?
Old man god
Old man god
Old man god
credits
from Don't Forget Your Bags,
released November 17, 2023
Written by Mia June
Produced & Mixed by Andy Lawson
Mastered by William Bowden
Mia June: Vocals, Guitar, Synth
Vanessa Semones: Bass
Jac Donnelly: Drums
Ryan David: Guitar
You know, it wasn't my favorite for a while, but for some reason i decided to listen to it on loop a few weeks ago and now I can't stop thinking about it.
I love the synths, the tone, the lyricism, even the music videos which I feel I should mention!!!
(also, should've been me reminds me a bit of abba which is an automatic bonus in my book) praisedrays
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Dirtbag Transformation: "What is this?" was my first reaction. But what an amazing song. It reminds me a bit of the Pixies in how it pulls together dissonance and then resolves. malfunction54