madeleine

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released August 10, 2011

recorded by lipstick lesbian with help from shane whitbread
additional guitars by jenn atyeo
additional vocals by julia blakey

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Track Name: strange places
Words can have two meanings, and sometimes it's hard to tell which is which.
My mind tends to stray and it's not always easy to find. I think now's as good a time as any other to fly so far away that everything starts to look very small.
Track Name: astronauts
Do we have to grow old? Can't we just lie here and talk? We could talk about the weather, and how someday we'll both be astronauts.

We could fly to the moon. Let's walk there and take our time, walk in circles like idiots. I don't think I would mind.

I'm sorry I woke you. I just had a bad dream. I think we should stay up; let's just watch some TV and forget all about it.
Track Name: je pense à madeleine
Every now and then, my feet seem to have a mind of their own. They might bring me to come or they might bring me to go, and send me wandering places I don't know.

On some days my trousers speak much louder than my words, but they don't often say very much. Sometimes, though, they know how to make me smile and send me wandering places I don't know.
Track Name: hide
I tiptoe around her name and I resist the urge to look at the time. She said, "You should look at the bright side". I guess now I have to try to hide.

I try to count to ten, but I can't help but feel a bit tongnue-tied. She said, "Let's do this again sometime". I guess now I have to try to hide.
Track Name: rhymes with you (weird)
I'll laugh at your jokes, I'll tell myself I'm not listening. I'll sink thhrough the floorboard, I'll tell the walls all about me.

Isn't it weird? I could swear they hear me.

I'll walk through the walls, I'll make believe I can disappear. I'll walk down the highway, singing words from our favourite songs.

Isn't it weird? It's like no-one hears me.