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cyclones

by Lilliana Villines

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music + lyrics by Lilliana Villines
produced, mixed, and mastered by Eli Goss

voice + acoustic guitar by Lilliana Villines
lead acoustic guitar by Will Graefe
electric guitar, synth, bass, and drums by Eli Goss
mastered by Clay Schmidt
photo by James Coleman

lyrics

Same old habit
You can't have it all
If you don't let things fall away
Bathed in blue light, drink your stage fright
Living wage might kill you anyway
On a golf course I sent morse code
Asked the force to devote me to a game

So I can make some prediction
About how I'll spend the rest of my life
Bring a cake to my eviction
I'll need it when I leave more than when I arrive

Watching weather
"Are your folks split up?
they're together on the answering machine"
"You see those cyclones?
they're in different timezones
they just look lose together on the screen"

But what's that mean for this moment?
I'm sitting choking on living room air
You say it seems like I am dormant
I'll erupt when nobody else is here

But I could stay with an invitation
And wipe all the ash from your hair
Bring a cake to the evacuation
I'm burning up so no need to bring a flare
We'll light the candles when nobody else is here

credits

released March 18, 2024
I wrote this song 2 years ago while visiting my nana, Beatrice Combe, on the anniversary of my father's death.
I wrote it on the living room floor and sang in a whisper so I wouldn't wake her. I think the fact that I wrote it whispering has a lot to do with how the song came out. That, and the sound of doppler effects of big rigs on the freeway right outside her apartment seemed to make their way into the song.
My nana passed on christmas eve and a few months later, I saw her apartment from the freeway and realized nobody I knew lived there anymore. It was my first time experiencing that place as a passing feeling, from a distance along with all the big rigs on the freeway.
This song is dedicated to my dad, nana, and the Combe side of the family in general.

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Lilliana Villines Los Angeles, California

Born and raised in Van Nuys, California by an astrologer, a birthday clown, and a Venice painter turned insurance agent. Songs about superpowers and supermarket parking lots.

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