1. |
Saint of Paint(Dee)
01:51
|
|
||
|
Dee, that rhymes with gee, that rhymes with red tent, it’s no accident.
The kids that you teach all though your life
Out in the world, they’ll be inspired but the things you say and do
The kids that you teach all through your life, out in the world
They’ll be inspired by the things you say and do
You stay up all night with the shamen get up at 5 an do your praying
Opa loves you.
Dee, you’re such a cunt, you like it blunt, you won’t mind me saying it.
You’re looking at me like I’m your tribe, bringing me crisps like it’s a bribe
You know it’s where our weakness lies.
You’re giving up cheese, giving up dairy, giving up gluten
not the Virgin Mary though, you love her so.
Dee, you’re such a ride.
My hands are tied, cause you’re Richie’s bride.
We’re pees in a pod and you deserve the best in life
You little perv, you little saint,
Saint of Paint
|
||||
2. |
|
|||
|
Silky sweet sour stewed-plum
Fireworks and apple cinnamon
The crispy cold air, the fire in your hair
Your drawings and the king of oyster
Lydia, Lydia Lydia
Lydia, Lydia Lydia
You’re just so full of surprises
Cherries and peaches, no gluten
So long as we don’t talk about Putin
The little bets we make
The spongey cakes you bake
So long as you don’t cook me steak
Lydia, Lydia Lydia
Lydia, Lydia Lydia
You’re just so full of surprises
Chinese fried rice
We’re picking out lice
You’re walking me from school
You’re so styleee and so cool
Lydia, Lydia Lydia
Lydia, Lydia Lydia
You’re just so full of surprises
|
||||
3. |
Funnier than you(Eilo)
02:12
|
|||
|
Eilo rides her bike ‘round Berlin
Perfect nails
Born to dance in Summer skin
Wild as sin, understand
She sings so sad
She likes it with the lights all on
She’s so bad
She feels it with her latin latin latin latin heart
Eilo
Eilo ,She knows her pop and her hip hop
Cool as fuck
Born to sing and do her thing
She’s all bling bling, understand
She sings so sad
She likes it with the lights all on
She’s so bad
She feels it with her latin latin latin heart
Eilo
Eilo, she’s funnier than you
She’s funnier than me
She’s telling you the truth
She’s one of the girls who gets the shit done on the bus for everyone
She sings so sad
She likes it with the lights all on
She’s so bad
She feels it with her latin latin latin heart
Eilo
|
||||
4. |
Chic Chic Chic
04:32
|
|
||
|
Aoifs, my danish pastry
I feel you Johanna, my Anna Karenina, my little burgerkinga.
Look at you sitting there making a dent in my couch in between your traveling
with your sausage in your batch, you’re doing some research for your literary adventures
Her Chic Chic Chic Chic Chic Chic
Chamomile streaks
I need to get you drinking so we can hear you singing Nothing compares to you
Incredibly dramatic, an absolute romantic
in all your languages
She’s pottering about the top of her game
She’s taking on the world and its
Pointless fame
With her Chic Chic Chic Chic Chic Chic
Chamomile streaks
I’ll never cut you hair again
And nothing will compare again to you and Smiggy, looking like a pixie
being oh so witty,
We all know she’s not as sweet as as she seems but she’s Queen equality
Her Chic Chic Chic Chic Chic Chic
Chamomile streaks
Aoifs
|
||||
Nina Hynes Berlin, Germany
I have been releasing records since 1999. The internet has freed things up considerably. I do like it for that.
Nina Hynes recommends:
WHITE FIRE
by KENICHI & THE SUN
Exploring the universe, light and transformation, layers and unexpected worlds. Dream.
go to albumIf you like Nina Hynes, you may also like:
LAMINATE PET ANIMAL
by SNOWMINE
This is the first in a series of weekly album reviews published by Andrew Dubber. If you haven’t already caught it, please check out his introductory post. There’s been talk of an 80s revival of one sort or another since long before the 80s even came to an end. Some long for the angular rhythms … Continue reading Album of the Week: Laminate Pet Animal →
go to album
if no one else cares, why should I care?
by Good Good Blood
Pairing lo-fi indie rock with silvery folk instrumentation, the self-described "bedroom pop wizard" casts a cozy, poignant spell.
go to album
The singer-songwriter's first solo album in three years is a radiant, intimate return to form.
go to album
The In-Between
by Dolly Valentine
Beautiful ballads wreathed with mist, “The In-Between” boasts gentle melodies and rich Americana arrangements.
go to album
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar.
go to album
