Emelie from Pretty Puttanesca by Pretty Puttanesca

Humming bird, you seem so free and full of life
My finger points at you, when I play in room
On my guitar
You never really seem that far
That far
When you think, I know you’re thinking hard
Thinking hard
You don’t have to say it,
But I know, you know,
I’m thinking right
Thinking right
You know I’m thinking right some days
Some days
It’s not important, I don’t even know your name.
Know your name

If you wanna know, I’m going back to school
It’s feeling like the end of a song that I’ve yet to do
Angel, baby, don’t get confused
You’re looking forward to me and I’m forward to you.

I fucked up,
The cotton candy giants in the sky
Have gone, and beaten me so senseless, as to hear
His *mrrp*
Cat toe grief in sun shower, July
July
I soften just the muscles in my eye,
And he lies down,
Black hair, let hair down
In the light, will turn to brown
So I’m writing you now
In hopes of finding out your true name
Could you tell I have a new name?

Come on coach, what am I fighting for?
I’ve got a few good rounds, and I can kick from the floor.
I’m sorry babe, you’ll have to wait your turn
I can keep first watch over the corn.

• Folk
• Rock
• bedroom pop
• indie
• outsider music
• singer-songwriter
• Philadelphia