I have a hard time,
Watching things fade out,
I'd rather see them burn away.
I thought I would become
a bigger person though
I didn't think I'd leave you today.
A hard shell requires
a kind of soft inside
otherwise everything would break.
Internally petrified
by my own discharge,
and I'm not innocent of late.
So blame me
for your own downpour.
So blame me,
Silence crying closed doors in my folly.
It's getting distant now,
electric lights unfold,
I couldn't stay up past the gate.
It seemed a good dream
that turned neon inside,
and now it's leaking upon the stakes.
You said it would be fine
to let the thoughts unfold,
and honesty was just a fake.
But I am not so sure
about your religious cure,
you weren't waiting at the bait.
So blame me,
for prolonged response.
So blame me,
for yourself justifying bad habits.
Oh you've got bad habits.
And I'm over it.
credits
from Back Seat Driver LP,
released April 10, 2018
Written, produced, recorded and arranged by Erica von Trapp
Additional bass production by Jules de Gasperis
Mixed by Jules de Gasperis
Mastered by Howie Weinberg
From Portugal comes this wild and contemporary take on fado, centering the style’s longing qualities against surging electronics. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 27, 2023