I strummed the chords to goo goo dolls on a shag rug floor. While she curled her hair and finished her make up in a dirty mirror and she stopped to watch me play iris in my iris an island surrounded by serene silence where she kept quiet.
The next fed me coronas and her father owned the Mona she mocked me when I smoked sonomas but I was broke with no diploma.
Two times my age and always complained of wearing out. Then she Handed me her body and said it needed laying down
the last gave her vows near The creek uptown. My hands passed her pants in a front seat squirm around.
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