He made her world go round, he gave her life
She was a toy to him, a chore a bore a sore a wife
She needed money pretty bad
She'd been cut off by mom and dad
He left his four bedroom colonial, with green grass all around
For a lovenest down in Soho where they would never be found
And way down in their vipers nest, twenty stories high
They found something inside their den that stood upon a lie
She saw him less and less, she missed him, missed his eyes
Always somewhere to go, endless trips endless goodbyes
She needed someone in her life
She didn't know he had a wife
She followed him one morning, way down to Soho
She finally had to know the truth, she finally had to know
He backed away, said "Babe, I can explain."
She said, "You fucking snake, that won't work again."
The Chicago wunderkind's debut album is half lo-fi hip-hop pianos and breakneck drumming, half polished pop songs full of orchestral arrangements and whimsical but melancholic melodies. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 23, 2020