1. |
Blue's Christmas
02:37
|
|||
2. |
Tiny Sugars
02:48
|
|||
|
Porcelain village on my dresser
Tiny Sugar Todds skating on a mirror
My folks got their nativity scene
the wise guys on their way
while Baby J and Santa C
boxed til the 25th day
We, we don’t have much money,
we don’t have southbound wings
so we winter where we summered
rediscover peppermint things
We are hot and heavy breathers
on a dark night, we speak in vapor
I wish on pennies and 11:11s
for you and your ghosts,
future and past, heaven- and hell-sent
the girl with the diamond soles
We, we don’t have much money,
we don’t have southbound wings
so we winter where we summered
lose our minds in theories of string
Remember that we’re perennials
sleeping through the days of cold
string up lights, make something pretty
color, stay with me
gypsy snow, a constant drift
the windows watch for it
I flash my dandelion wedding ring
when Winter tries to take my name
We, we don’t have much money,
we don’t have southbound wings
so we winter where we summered
amazed that trees go on pining
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
They lied when they told me
They lied when they sold me evergreen
chlorophyll lives strong, tradition grows mean
Ali’s in the woods identifying conifers
says if you leave them in the ground
they last longer and I believe her
Christmas along the 10 route
life really is like cinnamon now
like a fucking dream Lana’s livin’ in now
AK47
loaded gold ammunition
Wonder why you can’t let me go
I come with a built-in mistletoe
come at me, red mouthed honies
put me on all your money
Come on by, we’ll have a time
A flock of silly geese trying to make pretty words rhyme
holiday our miniature way
hands free to hold hands and du bouchett
no prayers, no receipts in their way
in the department stores, i’m compartmentally bored
fingers tappin’ pah rum pah pum pum, bubble blowing Big Red gum
in a stained glass prison, my sin sings, unforgiven
Jesus take back the wine, I liked the water just fine
I just wanna steal that line Rory had
that line about scaring dads
so I’m just gonna steal that line Rory had
‘cause “that line’s gonna scare my dad real bad”
Don’t be a cynic don’t turn down
my cup of good cheer, don’t throw out
my gaudy tinseled passed down rainbow-lit crown
I said AK47
loaded gold ammunition
dreams of living in a house with free heat
i’m radiator bummed got cold feet
wearing an electric blanket and that’s it
Come on by, we’ll have a time
A flock of silly geese trying to make pretty words rhyme
|
||||
Cinnaminiatures Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Ali Berry is in it for the babes.
Casey O'Brien is in it for the money.
Molly Stepnik is in it for the fame.
If you like Cinnaminiatures, you may also like:
Haunted house surf music with twinkly guitar lines and fantastical lyrics concerning ghosts, black holes, and magic potions.
go to album
Sweet bossa novas and surf-kissed ballads rule on this beach bound collection of breezy Golden State pop.
go to album
Sustained by seismic psych riffs, proggy shifts, and vivid sci-fi storytelling, these Milwaukee cosmonauts command respect.
go to album
It's Hard to be a Person: soundtrack to the book
by NEWSKI
Big, boisterous, and brawny, the new LP from Brett Newski is an accompaniment to his book about life on the road.
go to album
Time is Glass
by Six Organs of Admittance
Recorded at home, Six Organs of Admittance's 21st album upholds Ben Chasny's reputation for experimental psych-folk excellence.
go to album
The Power Of The Heart: A Tribute To Lou Reed
by Various Artists
Keith Richards, Rosanne Cash, Lucinda Williams, Joan Jett, and more pay tribute to the enduring and visionary music of Lou Reed.
go to album
A Chaos Of Flowers
by BIG|BRAVE
Leaning into the sparse, impressionistic sound of 2023's albu "Nature Morte," the Montreal metallurgists sound as heavy and radiant as ever.
go to album
