When comes the day when I am afraid to hold your hand?
Cause I know that then you'll be ready for bed
And when comes the night when I'm out of time to be your bliss?
You'll be sick of it and gone by sunrise
I guess that I'm a stupid man to think that there's a subtle plan
Hidden in those messages you send when I'm most desolate
When comes the month when my feet are just to stuck to the bedroom floor
I could ask for more but then you're finished up
When comes the day when you change your ways don't think of then
Let's both pretend that our woes will never come
And I guess that I'm a simple freak to think the world is ending
Or that you just might love me so feeble and so funny
I guess that I'm a stupid man to hold on to promises
Written in those messages you send when I've lost everything.
Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines' serene, self-described "Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs." Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2016
Entirely analog, lush melodic pop with a tender heart from L.A. artist Human Barbie sounds bigger than the bedroom project it is. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2020