Speedy Ortiz - You S02
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“You S02” by Speedy Ortiz
from Speedy Ortiz's new album ‘Rabbit Rabbit’ out now (Wax Nine Records)
Stream / Download / Buy: https://speedyortiz.lnk.to/rabbitrabbit

Produced by Speedy Ortiz & Sarah Tudzin
Engineered & mixed by Sarah Tudzin at Rancho de la Luna & Sonic Ranch
Additional engineering by Sadie Dupuis
Mastered by Emily Lazar & Chris Allgood at The Lodge

Speedy Ortiz:
Sadie Dupuis - guitar, vocals, synth, drum machine
Audrey Zee Whitesides - bass, backing vocals
Andy Molholt - guitar, synth, backing vocals
Joey Doubek - drums, percussion

Direction & cinematography by Elle Schneider
Produced by Attention Soldier! Productions LLC
Featuring: Laura Dromerick, Joey Doubek, Sadie Dupuis, Andy Molholt and Audrey Zee Whitesides
Hair & makeup by Laura Raczka
Wardrobe styling for Sadie: Tyler McGillivary with special thanks to Trish Dieudonné
Additional Stylist: Leetal Platt
Driver: Steve Weir
Car & guitar support: David Catching & Rancho de la Luna
Special thanks to Sam Nicholson and Jeremy Boros at Stargate Studios

LYRICS:
Falling in love with LA, where the cars cut you off from the right lane. Love cuts the profit today. Buckle up in your helltrap with no escape, with no escape, with no escape, with no escape.

It’s no small claim to say you lost your touch. So give a hand for every vintage popped on your dime. Build the bonds with plasticine, kicked back without needs.

Falling in love with LA, where a wash and fold quiets your enemies. Suck up’s deluxe with your stay. Every Friday you pan out. Now what’s at stake if your star descends? Another helltrap takes you in.

Law of the land’s not in layman’s. Showdowns are show, not worth payment. Dead letter office got your friends united. Couldn’t help but wonder why.

It’s no small claim to say your acolyte is a voice in your head you drown out when your work’s not sitting right. Head to your weekend home, pass out for the strike. Is this what love’s like?

Falling in love with LA where the cars cut you off from the right lane. The hills give a kiss for good luck. Just an arch of the lips, acting nice as fuck. Laughing like fair play’s a joke, cuz the dive bar plays sob songs your buddy wrote. Ready for notes? The love you claim is for no one other than you and cronies who excuse your mess. Now sit your ass down.