before the sun hits diaper hill I'm gonna chill
so small and mad I can't resist
smiling at your little fist
I can’t tell
I can't tell if it’s funny as fuck
or really fucking lame
so I'm just gonna wait over there
I can’t tell
Is this a stone or a brick? I can't tell
Is this the stones or the kinks? I can't tell
did someone put something in my drink?
it's not a tumor and it's not a zit
I can't tell
I can't tell if it's funny as hell
or some type of revenge
but I'm standing here dressed like The Crow
I couldn't tell you where the apostrophe goes
but you can slide it between the prison bars
somewhere there's a finger
that I lost in the spokes
and what I'd be without you
well, God only knows
I can't tell
I can't tell where I'd be or what I'd do
without you
Sometimes you come across an artist that is compelled to do what they do.
I appreciate the musicality and the arrangement and the artistry of the songs. He sings and plays like his life depends on it. I appreciate the humanity of the lyrics… Like reading Tortilla Flats, or watching Nobody’s Fool.
Ceschi is a bright star. I’m glad he’s loose in the world. oldtruck
Providence, Rhode Island artist El Valerie delivers nine tracks of pure, blissful bedroom pop with an electronic twist. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2022