Audio: Old Aesthetics

[Wjames]

Just wrote a little song, figured I'd share it here, feel free to critique the lyrics (or music & singing, although I know those are weak) if you'd like.




Lyrics:


A pair of jeans wrapped around her hips
and the curling smoke from her cigarettes tip,
I can’t hardly look in her direction.
 
She's got blue-green eyes and red-red lips,
gold-blonde hair and a bag of tricks,
the sun can’t shine on her without protection.

Old aesthetics taking me
to a place that’s filled with memories
from everyone whose opened up their eyes.
 
Pa’s picking chords and it’s kind of nice
to hear ma sing while she’s boiling rice,
and I’m down on the floor playing with Archie.
 
He starts to bark and my pa gets mad
then he starts to laugh and we all turn glad,
he always recognized his own malarkey.
 
Old aesthetics taking me
to a place that’s filled with memories
from everyone whose opened up their ears.
 
A charcoal breeze from the neighbours yard
spreading burgers, dogs, and grilled swiss chard,
a beer out on the deck watching the sunset.
 
The sun goes down and it’s nice and cool,
the air is fresh and I lean my stool
and breathe in all the pine that I can get.
 
Old aesthetics taking me
to a place that’s filled with memories
from everyone whose opened up their nose.