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Kitsch is Sam Every-Baker, Jake Lipiec and Evan Torrente, and this is an open-source archive of everything we do.

Apartment
 
I used to live in a beautiful apartment
And all my friends would meet out there
I still miss that dirty little garden
I used to grow some weed out there
 
Sometimes I walk a little closer to the darkness
Sometimes I want to put a bullet in my mouth
And when I feel like this I call my friend Emma
‘Cause I know she won’t get freaked out
 
It’s like a dingo ate my baby
Waiting for someone to save me
I don’t like who I’ve been lately
I’m a lonely, lonely boy
 
And maybe
You’ll be my baby
And we’ll get married
And have a baby
 
Where the hell is my crying shoulder?
Why the hell can’t I turn a page?
How the hell am I getting older
But college girls stay the same age?
 
Every now and then I get a little lonely
Every now and then I wish I had my friends
They’ve all moved on out of London
And left a little Evan all by himself
 
It’s like a dingo ate my baby
Waiting for someone to save me
I don’t like who I’ve been lately
I’m a lonely, lonely boy
All the summer lawns were hissing
All the pretty girls were kissing
She knows exactly what she’s missing
I’m a lonely, lonely boy
 
And maybe
You’ll be my baby
And we’ll get married
And have a baby
 

Backfoot
 
July and I’m depressed
Dream of big moonbeams through that sundress
My life ain’t really like this now
 
Five years and some regrets
As I trawl online for some sublet
Do I really want to live here now?
 
I’ve got the gift of the gab
I’m just like my dad
I’m a rambling man
With a hot set of abs
 
With all the pain and hurt that it took, I’m always better on the backfoot now
(I’m moving out of the city, taking my bullshit with me)
 
Full of stress so I call home
‘Have you got some space in that wardrobe for your youngest boy to lay down?’
 
Big rejection is a good thing
I’ve got nothing to put my faith in
Except the sheer gall I’ve been given now
 
Looks like we’re starting a band
And having a jam
I’m gonna cancel my plans
And move to Japan
 
With all the pain and hurt that it took, I’m always better on the backfoot now
 
Lay my head down and close my eyes
I am not afraid to say what’s on my mind
 
I’m moving out of the city, taking my bullshit with me
 
 
Our House
 
The boiler’s fucked
The door gets stuck at our house
There’s a big ole’ leak
And we don’t speak at our house
I get you stoned
And leave you alone at our house
We fall in love
We’re all messed up at our house
 
I miss our house
Why did we move out?
It’s the thing about a moment
It’s gone before you know it
And you won’t appreciate it ’til it’s done
 
Fung on the grass
I showed my ass at our house
Rahul burning shit
In the fire pit at our house
The gas runs out
The neighbour’s loud at our house
Covered in dust
It’s fucking lush at our house
 
 
Volkswagen
 
When I was 21 I sent the band home
I said ‘thanks guys, I think I’ll stick to riffs and smoking doobies’
I’ll be just fine with the sick songs
I mean, I’ll probably get signed, come to find I was very wrong
 
At 22 I moved to the big city
Did a bullshit degree, met a girl who was very pretty
I was in love for the first time
A little while later let me know that she wasn’t mine
 
I just wanna get high and make a living
Wanna have my sins forgiven
Wanna hear that engine revving
In my mum’s Volkswagen
 
At 23, I started getting cheques
Month to month living didn’t really seem to bother me yet
I was so young and carefree
’Til the pandemic came and shook it all out of me
 
It all went south at 24
Pretty lady moved away so she really doesn’t need me no more
I was torn up in the worst way
’Til my older brother came and dragged my ass to therapy
 
I just wanna get high and make a living
Wanna have my sins forgiven
Wanna hear that engine revving
In my mum’s Volkswagen
I was in the backseat chilling
Tender age of 7
I would sit there wishing
That my life would be different
 
25 now, don’t you know?
No spring chicken but I got a big frontal lobe
I make good decisions all the time right? (Wrong!)
I still have dreams, I still write songs
 
Oh next year I’m gonna have a big one it’ll be on everybody’s tongue
I swear


Anxious
 
I’m an anxious little mess
I listen to the neighbours having sex
And even at my best
I’m still obsessing over unread texts
 
I feel just like my dad
Trying to regain what I’ve never had
Sometimes I get so sad
'Cause I can’t control the way that I am
 
Someday you’ll get on some plane
And I’m not sure I’ll see you again
It’s all a gas man, it’s alright
I’m just trying to stay out of my own mind
 
Didn’t think you’d leave so soon
After Saatchi that one afternoon
And that one Halloween
Where you were Trump and I was Kim Jong Un
 
You’re like a big beam of light
Baby when you’re gone will you say you were mine
'Cause I’m like a big black hole
 
Someday you’ll get on some plane
And I’m not sure I’ll see you again
It’s all a gas man, it’s alright
I’m just trying to stay out of my own mind
 
(Your hand’s so cold on my ego
I’ll never let you go)
 
 
9 in Madrid
 
I love it when you call me at the start of my day
When it’s 9 in Madrid it’s midnight in LA
When I’m just waking up
I just wanted to say that I wish that I was with you
 
While you’re busy dreaming I find connections and flights
I just don’t have the funds
I just don’t have the time
To go to your zone and bring you back to mine
But I wish that I was with you
 
I’m opening my phone right from the moment I wake up
If there’s a message from you I’m who you were thinking of
When it's all over we’ll call it bad timing
 
The department of homeland security says that I’ve got no skills, employability
No way to get into the land of the free
But I wish that I was with you
 
I’m opening my phone right from the moment I wake up
If there’s a message from you I’m who you were thinking of
When it's all over we’ll call it bad timing
 
I could’ve been your lover
The oceans too wide
Our time is over
 
If you’re in the arms of another
The oceans too wide
Our time is over
 
I’m opening my phone right from the moment I wake up
If there’s a message from you I’m who you were thinking of
When it's all over we’ll call it bad timing
 
And In the dead of night I’m lying in my lonely bed
I’m all alone hun but I wish I was with you instead
When it’s all over we’ll call it bad timing


Why Does It Always Hurt?
 
Why does it always hurt?
Why does it always hurt?
 
I’m a cowboy honey, it’s all I am
I’m lying and I’m cheating and I’ll do it all again
Again
 
Why does it always hurt?
Why does it always hurt?
 
I’m a cowboy honey, ’til the bitter end
I’m lying and I’m cheating and I’ll do it all again
Again
 
Why does it always hurt?
Why does it always hurt?

Why does it always hurt?
Why does it always hurt?

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