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by mrs. hopewell

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1.
arm off 01:12
It’s been two years Since we talked Since you walked And since i called your father Fifty weeks You were lost But 20 minutes since you tied your arm off What’s the truth What’s the cost Would i still love you if you cut my arm off
2.
babababababba i think i oughta forget you i think i wanna start sleeping again been hung up on your voice in the hypnic jerks and hearing from the new ones just makes it worse they sound like "babbabababa" 10,000 cracks in the ceiling 10,000 minutes since i kept track been hung up on your eyes and their deep brown blacks and staring at new ones has me hope you'll call back and i cry "babababbaba"
3.
dirtysix 02:08
julie's stealing postmarks series 1986 and then scalps them on the internet it's how she gets her kicks while sean and denny play guitar and melt her face with licks of a popsicle with gumball eyes and skewered with the sticks how are you who am i and what the hell is this i think i blinked a second fell asleep and now i'm thirtysix mikey stays in bed frittering hours on the apps his 20s a collection of days spent not getting ass and sean and denny bicker over who owes who for gas while the house is breaking basement cracking nothing good can last how are you who am i and what the hell is this i think i blinked a second fell asleep and now i'm thirtysix
4.
dreamed of thumbing the exits off 84 with webs of broken glass and needles strewn on the floor i guess we only jumped the median once but it felt like an era and i felt like a dunce discovered tolstoy in rehab and now he's your man i tried to like him i dont think that i can i can't keep track of the names but i keep track of the days track every dose of every lithium haze you were bad at keeping secrets you were good at humming a tune i guess nobody needs secrets i guess i just need you i hold a big fat torch to rekindle someday you got a lighter out of gas but a car with a tank i hold a big fat torch to rekindle someday you got a lighter out of gas but a car with a tank and i let my big fat torch fill with water and rain you filled your lighter up with gas and now can't spark up a flame and i let my big fat torch fill with water and rain you filled your lighter up with gas and now can't spark up a flame dreamed i was shot in the chest by yale off i-91 i begged you 'darling please just hand me the gun' i can't keep track of the haze my vision started to fade you knew me back in all my lexapro days you were bad at keeping secrets you were good at humming a tune i guess nobody needs secrets i guess i just need you i hold a big fat torch to rekindle someday you got a lighter out of gas but a car with a tank i hold a big fat torch to rekindle someday you got a lighter out of gas but a car with a tank and i let my big fat torch fill with water and rain you filled your lighter up with gas and now can't spark up a flame and i let my big fat torch fill with water and rain you filled your lighter up with gas and now can't spark up a flame
5.
ginny ginny 02:05
her body floating down a river she seeks a melancholy dane she's sketching lighthouses and sailboats what's the anatomy of rain? ginny ginny can you hear me? are you a martyr to ordain? g-g-g-ginny can you hear me? what's the anatomy of pain? ginny i really love you i really love you i don't really want to end up like you, ginny
6.
waistband 02:53
i been caught in a wasteland i fumble with the folds of your Champion waistband you pull me in 'cos you'd rather kiss me but i already miss the way you widen your lips the subtle curve in your hips you said "maybe we've been movin' too quick man" you worry that it isn't real you think that it's fake man and now i miss the curve of your hips the smile that widens your lips smell your perfume on my sheets and now i wander the streets i'm screamin i know i felt something i know i felt something real because i've seen when it's nothing i've seen when it's nothing, and i want the curve of your hips the smile that widens your lips smell your perfume on the sheets and now i wander the streets i'm screamin
7.
not with u 01:34
smoking out my apartment above the department store where your mom bought your shoes you wished i was younger but you settled for older i cooked while you flipped on the news and though i been drinking honey i been thinking i could spend my whole life with you “so do you wanna get married do you wanna get married?” “i do, i do, just not with you” “so you dont wanna get married you dont wanna get married?” “i do, i do, just not with you” she said “i wanna get married, i wanna get married i do, i do, just not with you” “do you wanna get married do you wanna get married?” “i do, i do, just not with you”
8.
often enuf 02:40
remember that summer you called the shots? the neighbors were screeching your dad called the cops you started drinking to settle your thoughts and i started smoking was breathing exhaust i wished you were younger you wished i would change i wish you were here now so i could explain but i think about you think about you often enough like this ever mattered like we ever mattered like anything we ever did ever mattered she said: "maybe i'm jobless and maybe im lazy and maybe i drink too much maybe youre crazy and maybe i think too much maybe im hazy maybe i drink too much— baby i drank too much" i think about you think about you often enough like this ever mattered like we ever mattered like anything we ever did ever mattered
9.
my hand was fishing in the nightstand treading for purpose in the quicksand always liked chaos and a mess man attracted to the punks and sceneless no name bands do you think fiction coulda fixed you? is there no limit to the damage we could do if we held it down for the kids? i left some lucid dreams in escrow and sold the rights of sloth and buffy’s one-man show you said their life was like a french film is there no limit to the riches we’d have known if we held it down for the kids? for the kids if we held it down for the kids i can't hold it down for the kids i can't hold it down for the kids if we held it down for the kids
10.
my fingers were bleeding my blisters had sores went lucid and healed them and helped bandage yours when i woke i smelled you in our bed when i woke i smelled you in our bed been bad at keeping secrets been bad at hiding from you i guess i gotta keep secret how bad i've needed you i hold a big fat torch to rekindle someday you got a lighter out of gas but a car with a tank i hold a big fat torch to rekindle someday you got a lighter out of gas but a car with a tank and i let my big fat torch fill with water and rain you filled your lighter up with gas and now can't spark up a flame and i let my big fat torch fill with water and rain you filled your lighter up with gas and now can't spark up a flame been bad at keeping secrets been bad at hiding from you i guess i gotta keep secret how bad i'm missing you how bad i'm missing you

about

and with the old, intermittent caddishness which reappeared in him when he was no longer unhappy and his moral standards dropped accordingly, he exclaimed to himself: "to think that i've wasted years of my life, that i've longed to die, that i've experienced my greatest love, for a woman who didn't appeal to me, who wasn't even my type!” — marcel proust, ‘swann in love’

torch songs, breakup songs, love songs written for women and men, living and dead, known and strange, fictitious and real.

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released June 19, 2023

thank u to the people who’ve gone out of their way to tell me in the past year that my work’s ever meant anything to them. it’s the only reason i did this one, and i’m glad i did.

all tracks written and recorded in march 2023 by christopher nicastro

mixed & mastered by aivaras onaitis at milksound and space magnetic studio

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