I watched every single segment told through the great vine, that app on my phone opens to late night. And I see he likes them I can't get mad your voice with attitude trying to act bad And I'm on the roam like an eager nomad, headed to your pad with pen hoping that. The poetry the novel the love will come true.
But Ill swoon.
And everyone I know has left and gone away drews down south and I'll see him someday the days drawing near and the time that I go. I know I won't say goodbye and I start to choke. My anxiety rise and my closing throat but ill get by I hope you know. Ill miss you so.
I remember all the time we spent in the basements catapulting white balls in red cups wasted I remember the texts sent on the couch face up stop was your response, me trying to make up.. I wouldn't any more. Just a sorry or what for. a lesson I learned that's change I've heard but I was there for the moment you tore all the walls down and gave Into allure and touched me put your arms on my waist laid your head on my chest in this packed house place. And I don't give a damn what they all wanna say it's my own time on this earth day by day so listen or don't or just make your own I've all ready fought the facts now ill face the throne of a brunette in fish nets and her freckled bones. Let's go...
This EP is written by one of my best friends, and a brother of mine (Andrew Costantino), it kept me writing my album and should be listened to by everyone. So take the time and do yourself a favor. Brother Sam
Benoît Pioulard continues his series of diary-entry albums with this trio of songs, the proceeds from which will go to his medical expenses. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 27, 2016
A trio of lovely, moody, ambient songs from Benoit Pioulard, full of soft shadow and cottony textures, perfect for early-morning listening. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2016