alouette, i got your letter
that said you'd found someone new
my little lark, you lit a spark
you knew i wasn't done with you, my love
gossamer and piss, when did it come to this?
at a dance downtown, he spun you around
while i watched from the street
as the band played slower, he dipped you lower
and swept you off your high-heeled feet, my love
and leaned in for a kiss, when did it come to this?
alouette, you knew better than to fuck around with this kind of man
i met you both that night in the blue moonlight
shiny new knife in my pack
and i've heard it said you can talk to the dead
i'll be damned if the dead talk back, my love
i strike and i don't miss, when did it come to this?
alouette, you knew better than to fuck around with this kind of man
credits
from Phoenix,
released June 24, 2014
Matt Morrow - vocals, guitars, piano, banjo, bass, percussion
Savannah Johnson - vocals
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022