Sometimes it feels like everything's been done before
No place unvisited no idea unexplored
But then I remember I'm just a little broken boy
And not everything's been done by me
So I'll write another song with these five chords
I know that everyone has done it before
And they've done a better job, well that you can see
But the fact is that they're not me
So I'll wear my baggy coat all throughout the year
Through blistering Summer heat and cheap commercial Christmas cheer
And I'll buy and drink my milk from the carton
And you won't ask why
You won't ask why, you won't say "oh my god what the hell are you doing?"
Cause most of the time I don't really know
I just do my best and I say "sorry for the mess
It's been there for while"
And I wish I was less of a coward
And I wish I could do things for myself
But I'm not sorry for trying
If you're not sorry for lying
Cause I did my best so I'm not sorry for the godamn mess
It's been, and it's staying here, for a while.
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023