I left my heart in a battered girls' room.
I wet my bed 'til I was twenty two.
I smoked through all my Midnight Blues.
I threw my brains out on a starlit tomb.
I guess that's why they call it a blood moon.
I killed a dog on purpose in the right lane.
I drew my head left-handed with red oil paint.
Midnight Blues done give me the shakes.
Now I'm a former lover to a latter saint.
I guess that's why they call it a growing pain.
Putting sex on the bill,
I know I'm asking for a huge mistake.
I'm only waiting for the thrill
of sitting through an ugly wake.
I guess that's why they call me a manic man.
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