Mixtape

by Daisy O'Connor

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1.
Same Page 02:53
Last night at Licha’s, Leo was singing We were looking famous and fool Craigie was preaching Saving me from reaching Too high into an empty sky He said what matters is right here What matters is right now What matters is that we’re in it together Even when we’re alone on the ground So girl give up that loneliness contest No one’s ever gonna win Forget how you wanted to run Forget the why and when Cuz we’re on the same page my friend That’s right, we’re on the same page my friend We’re done with Dave’s boxcar bullshit He ain’t ever been on a train Brother, show me your wounds What, ya ain’t got none? Was nothing worth the price of the pain? Oh, I’m climbing a mountain I’m digging a hole Am i better or worse for the wear? Finding blessings in the bullshit Breathing carbon up with the air And I’m trying to give up this loneliness contest No ones ever gonna win Trying to forget how I wanted to run Forget the why and when Cuz we’re on the same page my friend That’s right we’re on the same page my friend I could quit gigging and get a job Turning in my time for the pay Lock my body and soul in the prison of toil I’m worse off when I stay Or I could get bolder, and hit the road harder I’m better with the come and go Maybe we’ll always be minor poets Maybe we’ll stay down low Cuz we’re on the same page I know Oh and I’m giving up this loneliness contest No one’s ever gonna win But I can’t forget how I wanted to run Forget the why and when Cuz we’re on the same page my friend
2.
Cult of Two 02:42
CULT OF TWO I’m not good at sitting round being bored Baby you could win a workaholic award My baby goes to burning man Got a white girl tan Lives in a van, oh yeah Cult of two It’s me and you You rock the shirt shorts I got my mumu Only eat fruit the earth gives to you I got my weed pen and I’m ready to bend At the 10pm yoga class full of gay men You got the gold chain grandma gave to you I got lululemon from the California zoo Cult of two It’s what we do We get off We don’t stop You got that strange pussy syndrome You can’t get enough of em You wanna make love to a pregnant woman I want a daddy I can call my own The plot thickens when you stick the tip in No job, no kids, write songs Make the beat sick We get high It’s how we get by Cult of two Cult of two Man, it’s me and you
3.
Little 03:40
Showed her face to the mirror Girl we got a day to shine Painted layers of make-up on Bringing out the woman inside Shaved all the way down her long legs Momma’s voice yelling deep inside her head You’re just a little, you’re just a little, you’re just a little boy in a dress Showed her smile to the street man He said girl, you lookin’ good Toned down her swagger Passing fast as she could Feels him follow her to the show Heart pound walking past the windows And she’s just a little, she’s just a little, she’s just a little tired of this place Showed her soul to the stage lights Naked just for you You want a little bit more of her Words a silver screw Beneath the makeup and the smile She is just a girl wishing for the world She’s not here for the money or the mirrors or the lines She’s here for love She wants to love you And baby she wants to be loved by you She’s not a little, she’s not a little She’s not a little boy in a dress She got the movie star glasses And a strawberry sundress Walks the streets of Manhattan The suits are not impressed She’s a lightswitch Turns it on and off The brightest diamond goes invisible Now she just a little, she’s just a little Lady in a summer dress
4.
Give me one more anyone, I’ll drink ‘em down Give me more for my money and I’ll spread it around Give me a cowgirl to cut around town Can’t fold em til ya hold em Give me a rich man, I’ll make him fall Give me a cowboy, I’ll bust his balls Give me a trucker for tonight’s long haul I’ll hold ‘em then I’ll fold ‘em Sister station, times a’wasting (he’s dialing ya in, he’s pushing ya back) Rolling on the radio dial He got her in the back of his black Cadillac If a cliché a day keeps the doctor away, she’s healthy I’ll put a little poison in your cup I'll let ya down easy if you call my bluff How ya like to play in my pickup truck? Can’t fold it til ya hold it Sister fister, won’t you be my mister (I’m rolling it up, I’m throwing it back) Snorting down another line She got me too high to try If a pussy a day keeps the doctor away, I’m healthy I tried to taste a little But it caught in my teeth Babe I love you but I gotta be free 2x2 ain’t three Don’t wanna have your babies Aint never gonna be no you and me Sister station, worry is wasting (I’m dialing ya in, I’m pushing ya back) Rolling through red July I got ya too high to cry Another castaway keeps the doctor away Breathe it in and let it fade away Don’t take it personally Ya can’t fold em til ya hold em
5.
Cruising up the canyon Coming down the mountain side Bringing mason jars and music Singing out to get me high Safety please, Saint Christopher For all who travel around the world Chasing all the shades of blue in the sky I got that blue moon shining on me Campfire by a hot springs Crooning cottonwood leafs And I’ll sing sing sing Cuz I can sing Strumming on the strings Dance moon dance moon Sing Cruising miles and miles of mother earth California, Colorado I just had to She gives me love She gave me birth I give her songs Its what I’m worth Songbird ain’t afraid to sing for free Got that blue moon shine in my drink Pacific breeze under the redwood trees And I’ll sing sing sing Cuz I can sing Strumming on the strings Dance moon dance moon sing Full moon Friday night alive Moto Guzzi desert ride Fly by sage and sand She holds my hand Once in a blue moon So I’ll see you in September But I’m hopping on the highway And I got that blue moonshine in my smoke Taking just a little toke Aint gonna go for broke And I’ll sing sing sing Cuz I can sing Strumming on the strings Dance moon dance moon Sing

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We made you a mixtape! Cut to 4-track cassette tape, this baby is analog af! #keepitweird

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released June 7, 2018

Label: Tremolo Records
Produced by Kyle Reid, Naptime Studios (Norman, OK)
Written and performed by Daisy O'Connor
Mixed and Mastered by Grant Johnson
Additional Percussion by Joshua Halpern
Artwork: Ty Richards
Photography: Nicola Gell

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