Effervescence from Average Artwork by Frederick Julius

You wanna grab a pocket-full of that cheap trash up on La Cienaga?
You got a full-blown habit? Well we could make a stab at Hollywood for ya
So many sinful stripes that we could do,
just loan my man your spare change.
This little elixir makes your wide eyes blue.
I like to tomahawk it! I like to rearrange

You wanna drive a rocket down into Venice proper? All those willowy girls!
Give in and don’t you stop it. Let Fritzie Jean unlock it. Amplify the world!
It’s hard to telegraph what’s true. You’re barely walking around.
You got the grass and, babe, I got the glue.
We fold our fickle fingers. We never touch the ground.

It’s like the tent folded up and we all left town
Nobody wants religion from a circus clown

You tired of the city? Wanna hijack every pretty dream you ever had?
I bet you think you really saw something cool and nifty.
Are the politics that bad?
Limp from Laguna up to Malibu and let ‘em blow out your hair.
We’ll have a broken-hearted rendezvous.
They’ll say we disappeared, like, out into thin air.

• Pop
• indie pop
• low fi pop
• power pop
• retro-rock
• vintage
• Omaha