there is something about lizzy grant’s unreleased tracks that feels like looking through an old bedroom window while it rains.
most people only know the glamorous, polished lana del rey, but i find myself trapped in her trailer-park era. 'trash magic' has been playing on loop in my room for nights now. it sounds like cheap blonde dye, faded neon lights, americana melancholy, and secrets whispered into a broken microphone.
it’s tragic but beautiful. the kind of music that understands what it’s like to feel lost on the surface level. it feels like home when the real world gets too loud to handle.
her voice feels like a vintage polaroid. blurry, scratched, but holding onto a memory you can't let go of.
what's your favorite unreleased track? or are you also stuck under the spell of trash magic?
laced in ribbons,
nicole 𖹭
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