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Bridget
185
Ambient
Bridgetは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2024年4月5日にIdée Fixe RecordsによりリリースされましたShabason, Krgovich, Sage
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リリース日2024年4月5日
レーベルIdée Fixe Records
LanguageEnglish
メロディック度
アコースティック度
ヴァランス
ダンサビリティ
エネルギー
BPM103

クレジット

歌詞

Rollerblader in the breeze,
Boring plans to get coffee,
That’s a “no” from me, honey,
Instead the smell of concession stand ket-
chup at the beach,
By myself,
Cherry blossoms fall,
Chestnut blossoms fall,
Seaweed-y green waves hit the seawall.
English Bay when I was ten,
Teta Divna tossing me a Nerfball trying to
teach me how to throw a spiral,
Couldn’t do it now, couldn’t do it then,
Same goes for Talia or was it Jenny-Claire
at a family reunion,
Some distant cousin trying to teach me how
to dive,
Blotchy red stomach and sides,
Bellyflopping time after time,
Wriggling into a wetsuit that Auntie Barbie
just wore,
We watched her squinty-eyed, gliding upon
the lake,
Kicking off one waterski, oh boy.
In the fall I’ll look at the schedule for adult
swimming lessons at Templeton,
And not be dogged by this low-level panic
when I see Shelly going in for a swim,
Excellent wave after excellent wave coming in,
Enjoying my morning coffee at work,
That Alice In Chains song from the “Sing-
les” soundtrack in my head,
A ffft and I feel like I’m gonna go to Hawaii,
“Feels so real but my mind won’t let go”,
“Feels so real but my mind won’t let go”,
(Patrice Rushen)
Some floral notes on the wind,
That’s all I need, oh...
Bicycle cop on his phone,
Golf trip, text thread, ding dong,
Feeling a bit devilish as I pass by with the
dog, oh,
Sure they’re a real good group of guys
though,
In the punishing sun of the parking lot out-
side the Costco,
Brown leaves on the curb,
Pollen covering the cars,
Cotton drifting everywhere.
Another MP3 of four patient, descending
chords,
Joseph alone in the studio after the kids
have gone down,
Am I taking a squeegee to his wet painting,
Popping out the spigot letting fly with all
these nothings,
Plugging in the Juno-6 or the JX8P he can’t
remember which,
Am I testing everyone with this?
The ridge rider rides back to the bay
window,
Who cares where he went or where all this
might go...
I picture your front yard covered in snow,
And the storm drain lid and its long echo,
And the sun at home shining in the window
on all the dust I missed,
While doing my sunday swish,
Singing Patrice,
“Feels so real but my mind won’t let go”,
“Feels so real but my mind won’t let go”,
“Feels so real but my mind won’t let go”.
Late afternoon, question if my heart is at
peace,
Before going to the theatre to see Cats with
my sister and niece,
That’s a “yep”.
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