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Princess, Part 1

by Mel Stone

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giventofly87 Mel is so incredibly talented and making some of the best indie pop rock in music right now. This is an album that’ll reveal something new every time you listen to it. Simply a must-listen from an awesome artist. Favorite track: Rose Quartz.
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null_convention I sort of stumbled onto this by seeing Mel on the bird app and checked it out, and it was serendipitous I guess, because it really hit me where I live immediately.

There's not a bad track on the release, and you know that it's good when every time you listen a different track is relatable, your favorite, and you end up looping that one over and over afterwards. Favorite track: Broken Brain.
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Grace Mel Stone has a talent for writing songs that hit me in the soft places of my chest. Favorite track: Rose Quartz.
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1.
Simone 03:25
you fuck me up like a horoscope when you want to be sincere you try so hard to be clever that you're never clear i'd bottom for you if you asked me to but i'm dancing alone in the living room and you're face down on the floor crying that you wish you weren't queer so i'll put my best face forward but you know what a wreck i can be i'm always getting in over my head but never saying what i need so i'll smile for the timeline and stare at ceilings alone but i'm still not sure what to tell simone you tear me down like an old lighthouse when you ask me to get you high i try so hard to fix things that i'm never fine you say can't really love me cause you hate yourself you're too tired and broken to crawl up from hell and now i'm texting into a black hole that i'll never understand your mind you put on your deepest scowl but i know how kind you can be a pillow princess flat on your back afraid of what your weakness means so i'll take your paintings off the wall block you from my phone but i'm still not sure what to tell simone dressing down won't save you from the pain of being seen hiding yourself in a sea of cis machines you can find a wife who'll carry, be the mother of your dreams but to them you'll always be a faggot just like me you can't take anything else from me cause i've got nothing left but sympathy, pity and the restless lonely energy of the freedom you gave me i'll put my best face forward but you know what a mess i can be i'm always getting in over my head but never saying what i need so i'll throw away this dead bouquet and bury it in my bones but i'm still not sure what to tell simone
2.
Cat's Song 03:42
she's the quick one, the sad one, the fun one, the mean one always telling friends how she wants to die she never really means it, just takes everything she has to stay alive wake up, disconnect the feeling, memorize the dots in the ceiling smoking breakfast out her bedroom window taking three days to text back, saying sorry i've been a drag destroying everything she can to get control she gave it all the money she had to make that settled feeling last but she don't want consolation, she just needs absolution she don't want sympathy, just needs her days to be easy this city is a sinking ship, not big enough for wrecks like us the future is a burning bridge, not bright enough to light me up she's the tall one, the smol one, the kind one, the mom one means well but never says what she means always asking what's the matter but rarely gets the answer that she needs she woke up in their apartment, the unsteady ground felt different ugly crying at the kitchen table taking three hits to think straight, saying sorry that i'm this way cutting off everyone she can to feel stable she gave it all the money she had to make that anchored feeling last but she don't wants compliments, just needs conclusions she don't want fantasies, just something close to happy this city is a sinking ship, not big enough for wrecks like us the future is a burning bridge, not bright enough to light me up you were a hurricane, a barricade, romanticized insecticide and everything i wanted to be a kind-hearted coward, a clout chasing vampire and the one that i still see in every dream i gave you all the money i had to lock my nightmares in the past you took the good parts and ran but what's the future worth anyway? i'd probably do it all again this city is a sinking ship, not big enough for wrecks like us the future is a burning bridge, not bright enough to light me up
3.
Everything 03:26
oh! fortune teller, what's in store for my life? you’re perfectly prescient and ever so kind give me all of the reasons you can't be my wife where do i fit in this perfect design? you wrote the script, memorized every line and now you're killing yourself just to prove you're alive I can carry you to bed, but i won't push you out the door playing house until the game gets boring and now you're tearing through the city you can't blame yourself for trying to be happy and chasing a life that gives you everything say sorry, then obsess over every mistake running away just to stay in the same place disconnecting my head just to get through the day the future follows my heels like a ghost i want to be touched but need to be alone we're both broken in all of the same ways come carry me home and leave the light on when you go fill me up with anything that's golden cause even if i come up empty, i can't blame myself for trying to be happy and chasing a life that gives me everything is it too late for me? am i used up and spent? i can't give you a baby, but i've still got love left and i'm too old to chase down fantasies but when you figure out what you want from me i'll be three states over and way past apologies cause we don't belong to who we used to be i've stared down the edge of the cliff been swallowed up by the abyss i’ve held god in my hand is this all there is? but i won't let this break me i can't hate myself for trying to be happy and building a life that gives me everything baby i'm ready for something steady I've been to the brink and I'm never going back
4.
Broken Brain 03:23
wake me up when it's my turn to drive the radio cuts through the quiet at night we both know this is ending, breaking up the bed but if we just keep talking we can make it to sunrise the wine's wearing off and the cloud's coming down all the pitch perfect poison spilling from our mouths you scream until your voice goes and strip me down my bones cause you don't have the stomach to say it out loud that i'm a brick up against the wall you need a woman who can make you a mom and my body just reminds you of your pain and regrets another long mistake on the tip of my tongue holding me down in the past but i'm just a broken brain going out of my mind trying to get my future back everything's closing in and falling apart repeat advice that been given but never took to heart i'm bad at being who i want to be i'll try to get myself together when i know where to start if god made me, then explain me and the frenetic static that surrounds me if hell wants me, then come claim me and give me some kind of purpose, some kind of meaning what kind of world are you saving for? what kind of death are you working towards? haunted by lost lives while we fight to survive the curtains come down while we beg for an encore there’s plastic in our blood cameras recording everyone and the death cult of capital keeps running running running running an open casket wake at the edge of the known a deathly grip hold on the past but i'm just a broken brain at the end of the world trying to get my future back i'm just a broken brain at the end of the world trying to get my future back i'm just a broken brain at the end of the world trying to get my future back
5.
Rose Quartz 03:52
jet planes going the opposite way contrails cut the sky, the only trace you left in your wake get high, just killing some time the ceiling softens and fades, a steady stream to get through the night can't let you down if you take nothing from me i know i'll never be the girl you need now all that's left is a town split in two and a cut quartz reminder to love myself as much as you do it came to me in a dream waking up from surgery i'm only really as alone as i want to be from the waterfall to the curtain call, all in all it's been worth it it's no one's fault but i'm giving up cause now i know i can't love you enough for the both of us in your arms i took my armor off turned my volume up, believed i was enough but just because we were happy once don't mean we should get stuck in a life spent wondering i hope you find someone who can love you better i know i'm loved cause i feel loved
6.
you mess me up like a horoscope when you want to be sincere you try so hard to be clever that you're never clear i'd bottom for you, if you asked me to but i'm dancing alone in the living room and you're face down on the floor crying that you wish you weren't queer so i'll put my best face forward but you know what a wreck i can be i'm always getting in over my head but never saying what i need so i'll smile for the timeline and stare at ceilings alone but i'm still not sure what to tell simone you tear me down like an old lighthouse when you ask me to get you high i try so hard to fix things that i'm never fine you say can't really love me cause you hate yourself you're too tired and broken to crawl up from hell and now i'm texting into a black hole that i'll never understand your mind you put on your deepest scowl but i know how kind you can be a pillow princess flat on your back afraid of what your weakness means so i'll take your paintings off the wall block you from my phone but i'm still not sure what to tell simone dressing down won't save you from the pain of being seen hiding yourself in a sea of cis machines you can find a wife who'll carry, be the mother of your dreams but to them you'll always be a ****** just like me you can't take anything else from me cause i've got nothing left but sympathy, pity and the restless lonely energy of the freedom you gave me i'll put my best face forward but you know what a mess i can be i'm always getting in over my head but never saying what i need so i'll throw away this dead bouquet and bury it in my bones but i'm still not sure what to tell simone

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for lorraine

a work of fiction written by someone who has lived the non-fiction. recorded in the spring of 2021

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released September 17, 2021

audrey zee whitesides - guitar and bass
eric slick - drums
eric schnare - guitar
mel stone - etc.
jonathan wyman - mixing
cat graffam - photography
simone - being baby

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