Sanoja: Say Hi To Your Mom. Elouise.
On a dial somewhere between the high eighties and low nineties FM,
Elouise plays the first violent femmes for those who wake from twelve to two AM.
And her voice is pure and soft,
Oh, when she stumbles on her words.
And every boy in town is pretty certain he deserves to marry her.
Someday soon.
And that's not all; that Elouise,
she just got a Jazz Master guitar.
And her band got a blurb in the Stranger and they've just been submitted for a tour.
And her tone is deep as night,
when she plays her minor chords.
And the rhythm section's tight,
but they're always ignored.
Always ignored.
And her voice is pure and soft,
Oh, when she struggles on her words.
And every boy in town is pretty certain he deserves to marry her.
Someday soon.
Elouise plays the first violent femmes for those who wake from twelve to two AM.
And her voice is pure and soft,
Oh, when she stumbles on her words.
And every boy in town is pretty certain he deserves to marry her.
Someday soon.
And that's not all; that Elouise,
she just got a Jazz Master guitar.
And her band got a blurb in the Stranger and they've just been submitted for a tour.
And her tone is deep as night,
when she plays her minor chords.
And the rhythm section's tight,
but they're always ignored.
Always ignored.
And her voice is pure and soft,
Oh, when she struggles on her words.
And every boy in town is pretty certain he deserves to marry her.
Someday soon.
Say Hi To Your Mom