lyrics
i wanna be a beatnik, baby
smoke cigarettes live forever
i wanna be an artifact you can
dig up and give to your grandkids
i wanna be a psychoanalyst
treat the sick with lsd
i wanna be a fantasy writer
script a language no one
speaks
it’s too late, it’s too late, it’s too late
it’s too late, it’s too late for me
time is drying me out
time is drying me out
i wanna be a picture book baby
use my body hide my words
i wanna be a daredevil
leaving worries for tomorrow
it’s too late, it’s too late, it’s too late
it’s too late, it’s too late for me
time is drying me out
time is drying me out
close your eyes, turn out the dark
pretend that you’re young again
close your eyes, turn out the dark
pretend that you’re young again
it’s too late, it’s too late, it’s too late
it’s too late, it’s too late for me
time is drying me out
time is drying me
close your eyes, turn out the dark
close your eyes, turn out the dark and pray
credits
from
Sugarpulp EP,
released April 7, 2017
All songs written by Sugarpulp
Produced by Steven Gillis & Sugarpulp
Engineered & Mixed by Steven Gillis at Transient Sound, Chicago IL
Mastering by Adam Ayan at Gateway Mastering
Sugarpulp:
Deb Chesterman: Lyrics, Vocals, Keys
Sam Allyn: Guitar, Bass, Vocals
Patrick Riley: Drums
Additional musicians:
Cooper Forsman: Additional Bass
Anne Harris: Violin
Nora Barton: Cello
Joe Rendon: Congas
Vijay Tellis-Nayak: Organ
Artwork by RMS Vandals
Special thanks to: Cooper Forsman, Ramiro Silva, Anne Harris, Nora Barton, Joe Rendon, Stefeni Tornamen
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