It’s quiet on my street
And the people around me
Look like bodies packed and buried in their graves
And I hope they find a way out before it’s too late
The worms creep in
But I call them my friends
They stop and say hello in the friendliest tones
And I thought I was alone
But death is always waiting for us
I can see my father’s face
I can hear his voice sometimes
He can still make me smile
He can still make me cry
On the curb into a phone
I thought I was alone
But death is always waiting for us
Death is always waiting for us
Death is always waiting for us.
Providence, Rhode Island artist El Valerie delivers nine tracks of pure, blissful bedroom pop with an electronic twist. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2022