Song Lyrics

I come in a broken car with dashboard dust
Big eyes and small experiences
Mismatched dresses, shoes
In a secondhand suitcase

Hello, love, come on up
To eight smooth stones set neat on a wall
A beige house for copper pans
No colorful fuss of first generational self-discovery

And I wonder, do you ever shout
Do you ever cry
Do you think about how you'll die

We sit down politely
Like someone else can see us
The neon Hollywood night can see us
Palm shadows on the shades

U play me records that flash past like birds
Every shiny fleeting word

We go for beer at one
Your hand in mine hot, alive and moving
LA nightclub glitter mouths
The sky a bright ceiling and no wind
You laugh and talk and I can't reply
I'm stuck here wondering how we'll die
I want to shout and I want to cry

But I know we'll just get drunk and f*ck

In the morning I go North
Like the fog you follow me
Like eight smooth stones set neat on a wall
You don't think of dying at all

Elizabeth Goodfellow

The duration of U Play Me Records is 4:11 minutes and seconds.