Dear Science We Figured It Out

Three things converged: one, my friend Yael gave me the idea for the title of this track. Two, I challenged myself to write "math noise neofolk w/ blast beats and occasional shrieks". Three, I wanted to write a song loosely around the theme of exploding head syndrome. My lyrics here are more nonsensical and disjointed than usual, in part because my main motivation was musical experimentation; verbal expression took a backseat here. • Lyrics: Everything is so chaotic here. All I want is for a little peace: Aldebaran is shining in the night, cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet. Drinking black milk in the morn, awaiting strike at the break of dawn. The lyric sheet is lying ripped and torn: my brains are dripping through this song. Spike my coffee with some opium, sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb— everything is crashing through my head, one of these days you're gonna wake up dead. Aldebaran is shining in the night. Cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet— spike my coffee with some opium. Sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb. When I sleep, my head explodes. All I want is for a little peace; cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet. When I sleep, my head explodes. Everything is so chaotic here... all I want is for a little peace. Aldebaran is shining in the night. Cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet. Drinking black milk at the break of dawn, my brains are dripping through this song: spike my coffee with some opium. Sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb— everything is crashing through my head— one of these days you're gonna wake up dead. My head explodes. My head explodes. My head—my head—my head explodes—my head explodes. Everything is so chaotic here... all I want is for a little peace. Aldebaran is shining in the night. Cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet. Drinking black milk at the break of dawn, my brains are dripping through this song: spike my coffee with some opium. Sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb— everything is crashing through my head— one of these days you're gonna wake up dead. Spike my coffee with some opium, sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb: everything is crashing through my head— one of these days you're gonna wake up dead. Everything is crashing through my head. One of these days you're gonna wake up dead. • Credits: • Evangeline Sutherland ——vocals, guitar, synths, production