Gosh that's pretty. No, not the suicidal Colorforms. And the voice - this is Laura Groves, by the way, and people seem to be saying Joni Mitchell and a smidge of Joanna Newsom and a gnyürp of Björk - it's a bit shrill, actually. In the upper register at least. And shouldn't the "worrying all about you-ouuuuuuuu" be followed by a second "you-ouuuuuuu?" Still. Sad and safe and pretty.
Better yet: The "Imaginary Fights" demo on Groves' myspace. There's like eleven seconds of magic around the 1:09 mark. Debussy tides in. Ignore the rapping on the door, Laura. No one's come to fix the sink. It's Jerry Van Parker Stevenson, and he wants to radically overorchestrate yr stuff.
Singer-songwriters are dime-a-dozen, sure, but the economy's doing the dosado with the Ty-D-bol Dude. Ostentation would be unseemly. Stock up, stock up, chicken again ma?, clip those coupons.
the economy's doing the dosado with the Ty-D-bol Dude