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Anything To Make It Loud

by ella luna

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1.
All silk and satin, your skin my favorite fabric, I’d wear you if I could. But I can’t, so instead, blur the lines of where you start and where I end, If that’s cool. Where you are strong, I am soft. Teach me a lesson on how to be what I am not. If I learn, in return, you can draw the lines each place my body curves under your touch. And on my hips, you can carve your name. Won’t make a difference, I’m yours all the same. I like the way it sounds when you spell it out, So put it on me, put it in me, anything to make it loud.
2.
I hate the way my brother treats his girlfriends, and I wonder if it’s my fault. Is there a lesson I should’ve taught him before he got so damn tall? Did he stop looking up to me just ‘cause he’s standing at 6 feet? My cousins got taller too. Maybe that’s just the male gene, so bless my female anatomy, I know how to treat the girl I love. It’s safe to say I want to be a mother, not to a baby but to a dog. My sweet Maxine, my Darla, my darling, Some day a howl will call me mom. Walking fast and eating slow, maybe all good things juxtapose, How nature is kind and it is cruel. I’m the first one to leave, and to spill my fucking drink, Walking on eggshells and grasping at straws. Hide the fact that you’re 19, don’t you dare embarrass me, You want them to think you’re smart, right? Define that subtle alchemy, barefoot on the balcony, Dancing under starlight. Ramble about being a daughter and a future canine mother, And my obsession with vintage lingerie. Buy myself a bouquet of flowers and admire how my hourglass figure looks on a sunlit duvet.
3.
Laundry 02:43
You’re in the bedroom, I’m in the kitchen, Folding the linens like my mother told me to. If I’m homesick, I find home in holding you. If you look at me without saying you love me, I’ll pile to the floor, With the dust, dead hair, wonder if you care, Meet my doubt with reassurance, Say those words I’m so allured in, The shirt I threw on was your girls before. Does it sit in your drawer? You love me, but did you love her more? I’ll never leave a piece behind, be naked for you all the time. If you see me in some bad light and don’t think I’m pretty, Keep that shit to yourself, my photo on the highest shelf, To think back fondly when the next girl sorts through your laundry.
4.
Manarola 02:37
I sit in Manarola, as I imagine lovers do, But I sit alone, dreaming of you. Via dell’amore, Oh to walk on loves way, But I sit and stay with pain and paint. Pastel villages are like a real world work of art. The prettiest views can mend a broken heart. The sweet, salty air is starting to taste like “I’m glad you’re not there.” I sleep in Manarola, as I imagine lovers do, But I sleep alone, just me and the moon. Via dell’amore, Hold my own damn hand on loves way, Like a vision of Monsieur Monet. Pastel villages are like a real world work of art. The prettiest views can mend a broken heart. The sweet, salty air is starting to taste like “Thank God you’re not there.” I sit in Manarola, as I imagine lovers do, The furthest thing from my mind is loving you. I sit in Manarola.
5.
I love the sound of my ringtone when you’re on the other line. You love my half asleep, drunk voicemails, see how fast you hit decline. Driving home from your apartment is when I realize that you’re all I’ve ever wanted. I wanna pay your parking tickets, lie that I was at the wheel. I wanna take away your sickness, I would hurt for you to heal. Never been this kind of person, But for you, my love, I think it could all be worth it. I could give you everything but peace and quiet. But I’ll say with complete certainty, you’ll like it. Only one way tickets, I’ll write a song in 30 minutes, and I’ll interrupt your sleep, check if you’re still in love with me. I could give you everything but peace. I’ve poured my heart to endless lyrics I swore I’d never say aloud, But when you look at me I’m fearless, I’d scream it in front of a crowd. I’m convinced you’re made of magic. I saw you in a dream, thought I could only imagine. I could give you everything but peace and quiet. But I’ll say with complete certainty, you’ll like it. Dancing in the kitchen, when you talk you know I’ll listen. You will never go unheard, I’m hanging on to every word. I could give you everything but peace. To kiss you in soft starlight, To kiss you soaked in sunrise. I still can’t believe you’re mine. I could give you anything but peace, I could. I could give you anything but peace and quiet.
6.
Nothing I do will ever truly satisfy her, but I try. Every day, defeated and tired, yet somehow still on display. How have you been? How are the kids? Bet you’re hoping they don’t turn out like me. How have you been? What are you majoring in? Damn, that sounds like a worthless degree. Slightly degrading, condescension radiating in the tone of the music that you know I wouldn’t like. And you wouldn’t be wrong, I’m predictable in song. At least I know who I am and what I write. I won’t be angry, so I’m keeping it neutral. Controlling my breathing and making myself useful. May not need men, does that mean I need women? Washing the dishes and folding the linens. What is my role here, did I ever really know it? Am I playing something that someone else wrote? If life were too simple, I guess it’d be boring. But god you could at least give a warning. I’ll be no fool, Playing it cool. If this is the new world, I’ll be a cool girl.
7.
If my body could speak think she would say your name, Or something in French, “Je veux te déshabiller." If I know nothing else, I know how my body felt. First time you were near, all doubt disappeared. You make me feel like art, sculpted with my legs apart. Nothing’s ever felt so right, than being in between your thighs. If my body could hear the things you say to her, She’d lay in disbelief, speechless at every word. The way that she moves proves I’m in love with you. And I know you feel the same when your body says my name. You make me feel like art, sculpted with my legs apart. Nothing’s ever felt so right, than being in between your thighs.
8.
Clothesline 02:13
Have I become the woman you wanted me to be? Do you like the clothes I wear? Do you like what’s underneath? How about her touching me, is it dirty to you or clean? I can put my panties on, I don’t mean to be obscene. Could you treat me like a little whore? Never meant it as a metaphor. Once I am older, won’t tell the children. Between the two of us, my family line is finished. I’ll drink the coffee, float down the river, Music may be the only life I will deliver. Do you listen when I speak? Would you notice if I were to leave? Something real and something fake, The only thing that my love will ever make. At least it’s something, at least it’s loud. At least I’m singing, you’re singing now. If I am nothing, at least I wrote this. If I am nothing, at least I was yours for a little bit.
9.
I’ll stay quiet and small, For you I’d do anything at all. I’ll stay quiet and small, For you I’d do anything at all.

about

“Anything To Make It Loud” is my entire brain and my entire heart. I’ve never felt so honest in my writing, and I’m so glad I get to share it with whoever may listen. These songs explore my thoughts on intimacy, domesticity, femininity, queerness, and growing up. The themes came unintentionally, I just write about what I’m feeling and what I’m pensive about, so from October 2020 to July 2022, I was thinking a lot about motherhood and love and becoming an adult.

In “All Silk & Satin,” I play into the scariness of wanting something so bad that you’d do anything for it. This is true for both my love and for my music, I want so badly to be seen and heard. Being able to sing the lyric “put it on me, put it in me, anything to make it loud” with an orchestra,
electric guitar, drums, and horns behind me was so beautiful because it was such an ugly thought to begin with, but I got to make it into art.

Similarly on “Laundry,” with the lyric “does it sit in your
drawer? / you love me, but did you love her more?” and on “Peace & Quiet” with the lyric “I’ll interrupt your sleep, check if you’re still in love with me.” These are thoughts I had that scared me, and putting them into these songs is a release, it’s an exhale.

The record ends with that articulation of the ugly thoughts with the lyric “I’ll stay quiet and small, for you I’d do anything at all,” a total juxtaposition to the title.

“Vintage Lingerie” and “Clothesline” go in depth on my desire (and lack thereof) to be a mother as a lesbian, and the obligation I feel to be a caretaker as a woman.

“Manarola” was my take on independence, on finding love elsewhere from romance. “Internal Dialogue” was like writing a letter to myself, thinking about who I was and who I wanted to be, and trying to put my anxieties into music.

“If My Body Could Speak” was a really special song to write because it was a song I’d always wanted to have, a beautiful, soft, classic love song that just happens to be about sex between two women.

I think overall, the lyrics of this record are the things I was scared to say out loud but I needed to, just in case someone else out there has the same ugly thoughts. I want to make the ugly beautiful, I want the ugly to sparkle. The sonic atmosphere ofthis record combines all the things I love most. There’s folk elements in the guitar, banjo and mandolin. There’s jazz in the horns and felted piano. There’s classical in the string arrangements and vocal harmonies. This sound would not have been possible without the collaborations. I feel so lucky to have worked with the incredible players on the record. It’s so special to have artists I admire bring their talent to the songs I wrote to even better express the emotions.

Because so much of the record is about my experience as a woman, it was important to me to work with female musicians: Elizabeth Goodfellow on drums, Kaela Seltzer on saxophone, Chloe Swindler on trumpet, Allee Futterer on upright bass, Kaylee Stenberg on guitar/bass, and Lulu Scully on vocals brought so much beauty with their playing and I am so grateful.

Working so closely with Gregory Allison, I also feel that he understood my vision so well and was able to execute it with the string arrangements beautifully. Similarly with Evan Chambers, who in post-production helped make the record sound as dreamy and sparkly as I always dreamed it would.

It was always my dream to be able to bring the songs I wrote just my voice and guitar or piano to a studio and add strings, horns, and everything else on top, and this record does exactly that.

credits

released April 28, 2023

Alyssa Stoner - Lead Vocals, Guitar
Gregory Allison - Producer, String Arrangements, Violin, Viola, Mandolin, Banjo, Acoustic Guitar
Kaylee Stenberg - Guitar, Bass, Production
Elizabeth Goodfellow - Drums
Lulu Scully - Background Vocals
Kaela Seltzer - Saxophone
Allee Futterer - Upright Bass
Chloe Swindler - Trumpet
Evan Chambers - Piano, Production

Produced by Gregory Allison at Holy Volcano Studios, Los Angeles

Mixed by Evan Chambers
Mastered by Mitchel Slade

Album Artwork by Zoe Donahoe

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