I’m on my feet, but I can’t feel the ground
I’m swimming in the distorted sound
What? I can’t hear you babe
This ain’t my buzz, I inherit a high
How ya doin’? Have we been hear all night?
Speak up, I can’t hear you babe
“Radio Girl” is the first single from Pi Ja Ma, the moniker of French creative Pauline de Tarragon. A visual artist, singer student at Paris’ prestigious art school Ecole Estienne, “Radio Girl” marks Tarragon’s first venture into the music world.
Taken from her soon to be released Radio Girl EP, “Radio Girl” channels 60s pop with splashes of indie pop modern contemporaries such as Kate Nash, Cat Power and Soko. Axel Concato’s dreamy instrumentation lays the ground work for Tarragon’s playful vocals, making “Radio Girl” a must listen.” – Tobias Handke
Because this new tune crafted by underrated Swedish duo Superwalkers is a week old and deserves far, far more than a hundred Youtube views. Plus, 167 Instagram followers. Enjoy the hint of melancholy in the Scandinavian indie feel-good beat…before this band blows in every store’s Spotify playlist.
Who is this person now?
Running forth, running back
Must be so insecure
Time for me to judge that
Running for circled laps
Don’t mind the world around them
I gotta raise my voice
And let it all surround them
I wanna turn those blue lights into strobe lights
Not blue flashing lights, maybe fairy lights
Those blue lights into strobe lights,
Maybe even fairy lights, not blue flashing lights
Don’t you run when you hear the sirens coming
When you hear the sirens coming you’d better not run
‘Cause the sirens not coming for you
What have you done? You went to school that day
It was a bit late, but it wasn’t Monday
Kept at the class for answering back
Ellis:“You’ll feel so homesick that you’ll want to die, and there’s nothing you can do about it apart from endure it. But you will, and it won’t kill you. And one day, the sun will come out you might not even notice straight away – it’ll be that faint. And then you’ll catch yourself thinking about something or someone who has no connection with the past. Someone who’s only yours. And you’ll realize that this is where your life is.” – Brooklyn (2015)
Brooklyn is one of those films where the trailer plays in the cinema and you say “that’s nice”, but life would slip by for months, till you find yourself on a long-haul flight or eating supper alone at home on a Friday night, when you finally press play. And 2 hours later you’d sink into bed wiping that last tear and questioning your bad decisions to pick a sentimental Victorian novel at such hours.