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All Silk & Satin
03:00
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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.
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Vintage Lingerie
03:10
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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.
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Laundry
02:43
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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.
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Manarola
02:37
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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.
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Peace & Quiet
04:10
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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.
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Internal Dialogue
02:55
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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.
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If My Body Could Speak
03:38
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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.
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Clothesline
02:13
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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.
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Anything To Make It Loud
02:11
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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.
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