berkeley street is friend of mine
we’re just a couple crossed wires off the good life,
like camouflage in the Sunfire,
keeps him humming Sing Sympathy tonight,
someone heard the echoing,
the long gone man staring at the sea,
he’s overdressed, still shivering,
sees the eyes of god in the LEDs.
CHORUS 1
you can still love me then,
in every memory, torn fragment from my head,
it’ll be like we never left,
still standing outside, on the cement steps,
through the screen door and i’m coming in.
VERSE 2
there’s a sour taste left in your mouth,
an air organ with all the chords pressed down,
twenty bucks and a drug store gown,
at least it’s something, something much more loud,
that pulls the edges of the dream,
the wide-eyed kid that the camera sees,
he’s all alone and listening,
the sprinklers pouring into the empty streets,
CHORUS 2
you can still love me then,
in every memory, torn fragment from my head,
it’ll be like we never left,
still standing outside, on the cement steps,
through the screen door and i’m coming in.
Despite its themes of isolation and loneliness, Caroline White's latest batch of folk-pop confessionals is an LP brimming with confidence. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2019