A simple, jangly piece of indie pop about indie pop.
Everything you love about music condensed into perfect indie-pop ditties.
Thrift Shop Fashion Show is my new project. Its a revolving door of musicians, currently featuring only myself.
Story behind the song
Inspired by an open mic night incident that reminded me that the limits of indie pop.
Lyrics
Industry Trick
Somewhere out there she is waiting
Hiding behind a wall of 45s
She treats them like they were children
And keeps them alphabetized
Maybe right now she is humming
A tune she doesn't recognize
She'll try to place it, is that Pavement
Would she blink if I sang about her eyes
She's just a girl, Who wants a Boy, who looks Just like David Bowie
Well, I don't, But I could
It's an Industry trick that Indie kids don't write love themes
Well, i didn't, Now I do
And she's earned her indie cred
But she doesn't forget the past
Built to Spill and Mercury Rev
She's a champion to the hip new bands
Maybe somewhere she is spinning
The same track I am right now
For this moment we're together
But my CD sips and she skips town
She's just a girl, Who wants a Boy, who looks Just like David Bowie
Well, I don't, But I could
It's an Industry trick that Indie kids don't write love themes
Well, i didn't, Now I do
Isn't she amazing
She could be your everything
But she's probably dating
Someone way more hip than me
If I turn my amp up real high
Will this chord run through her hair
And she'll spin around, damn she's so graceful
And I wish she'd see me there
She's just a girl, Who wants a Boy, who looks Just like David Bowie
Well, I don't, But I could
It's an Industry trick that Indie kids don't write love themes
Well, i didn't, Now I do
