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Goodbye Treehouse

by Lou Laurence

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1.
Midnight 04:14
We’re driving to darkness with elevated risk. The fauna’s getting bigger and so are the things we miss. This moon was full, but it wasn’t about me. I’ll never be able to express the way I see you in the trees. In dreamed up spaces I have given some of my life. But, my sweet darling, you know you are my favourite midnight. In the evening we broke the table with the weight of all our friends. We ate dinner in pieces and told all our stories in ends. We pushed around the stars with the grace of our ballpoint pens. And, my darling, you know I felt you then. There are spaces I have given some of my life. But, my darling, you know you are my favourite midnight.
2.
Baby’s got eyes like magnets in a frozen sea. But oh, they feel warm just spiking all my metals up. And baby’s got an ear for the soul that I’ve been drinking of all these years. And oh, he’s drunker than me, his breath even smells just like drippy love, oh drippy love. But strangers, they never meet. They just walk on down the same and sometimes different streets, they never meet. They wouldn’t be strangers then. They never meet, no. And, baby’s got a mind like winter in a tea cup. Wild, and always stirring up all of the dreamy stuff, the stuff I love. But stranger, we can’t seem to meet. We just walk on down the same or sometimes different streets, we still don’t meet. Though we might pass through each other’s dreams, we never meet, no. Stranger, I think I know you, in my imagination. Stranger, I think I know you, it’s just about goddamn time we meet. I don’t want to walk by you anymore on the street, no. I could show you my door and we could try, we could try. I swear I will work on my opening line. We could try, and then one day, I would say, hey you know that Stranger Song? I think I wrote it just for you and you would say, That’s so very nice. It’s not creepy baby, it’s just sweet. And we’d be fine, you’d like my style and I’d like yours we’d be fine baby, just fine, if we try. So baby, take your ears, take your eyes, and your sweet mind, and baby, just try
3.
I want to be your neighbour. I want to sometimes steal your Sunday newspaper – just for the crosswords. I want to run into you, in the hall. I’ll say, ‘Hey, this building sucks, when’s the landlord going to clean his shit up.’ I want to pick up your mail when you leave town. I want to turn on your lights so it seems like you’re still around. And I can pretend like I don’t hear it when you and your lover get kind of funky. And I can pretend like I don’t know what it sounds like when you make love – I’ll look you in the eyes, and stuff. If you need some sugar – I mean the baking kind – just knock on my door, you can have mine. And I don’t want to be the one to smell your body decompose. I want to be the one who calls when I hear a boom bang on the floor. We’ll say, ‘Hi,’ in the stairs, and we’ll put those little felt tips on the feet of all our chairs – it’s what good neighbours do, I think of you. If I’m having a party, won’t you come on by. And if we’re getting too loud and bawdy, don’t call the cops just steal our wine. That’s just fine for you. It’s what good neighbours do: I think of you, you think of me, we think of we.
4.
Underlight 04:58
Under the underlight of the night and under the ground and out of the moonlight. You know, the subway writing reads as it lives and I'm going home alone, once again. Anyone I might have called has already gone to bed. Anyone I might call 'you' is already with someone else – is already with someone I call, else. I know you steal my blankets. I know you kick me in my sleep but it's so goddamn cold in here and I don't want to pay for my heat. When I was a mermaid, I could be shallow or deep. I could be the same temperature in my fins and my feet. I never had to worry about where I might sleep because the space is all just shared down there in the deep. The mermen that you meet, they're really something sweet: they always know just what you need and they're always so damn proud to please – it's really nice. I could use one tonight. I know you steal my blankets. I know you kick me in my sleep but it's so goddamn cold in here and I don't want to pay for my heat. Where are you deep sea D'Angelo? Where are you my young-man-underwater-Marlon-Brando? I could use you tonight. I know you steal my blankets. I know you kick me in my sleep but it's so goddamn cold in here and I don't want to pay for my heat.
5.
Sugar Booze 04:39
Glass of wine and sugar booze, here is something I raise with you. Glass of wine and sugar booze, here is something we all could use, tonight. I moved in here when I got dumped. I sat around and thought a whole lot about loving. But I didn’t fall here, not that way. And here’s the kitchen where I kept my socks. And here’s the floor where I wrote most of my songs. Here’s this space, but it’s just not mine anymore. And here’s the home where I lost my shit. And here’s the home where those goddamn mice lived. And here’s the home where the sink fell off the fucking wall. So glass of wine and sugar booze, to the pocked up walls we toast to you. Glass of wine and some sugar booze to the noisy fan, we drink to you, and the door that wouldn’t close, then wouldn’t open once we got it closed and subsequently wouldn’t close again once we opened it. You know I made out in every room, except for one. And I slept in every room, except for a different one. So glass of wine and sugar booze Here is something we all could use. Glass of wine and sugar booze, I guess it’s time, it’s time to move.

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All words and music written and performed by Lauren Clinton (as Lou Laurence).
Big thanks to my Montreal community who inspired, supported and laughed along to these songs. Thanks to the big ol’ ash tree and all my (exceedingly patient) neighbours. A true thank you to Benjy Sherer for inviting me onboard this project and for all his support in and out of the studio. An extra merci to Courto for being the best of family, friend and partner in art.

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released July 19, 2018

Voice, baritone and tenor ukuleles - Lauren Clinton
Engineering and Mixing - Benjy Sherer
Recorded at Flip the Industry Studio

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Lou Laurence Montreal, Québec

Singer. Songwriter. Siren.

Lou Laurence is a soul singer hailing from the bottom of the ocean and claiming Montreal as her new territory. Lou combines soul vocals with elements of folk, blues, pop, jazz and all that is glorious in music. ... more

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