Given the outsized presence Phoebe Bridgers has in my household, I’m shocked that I’ve featured only two of her songs, one of which was a version of ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas‘ posted on the holiday.
My daughters are huge fans of Bridgers, as a solo artist and as part of the duo Better Oblivion Community Center and the trio Boygenius. Given her similarities to, and appreciation of, Elliott Smith, she should be right up my alley, too.
I don’t mean to imply that she isn’t. I’ve really enjoyed the songs of hers I’ve heard; I just haven’t found the time to dive into her work with the attention it deserves.
I plan to change that this year in advance of her third solo album, Lost Weekend, due in August. It won’t take me long to catch up. She has only two solo releases prior to this one, plus two albums and an EP with her bands. That’s one week’s worth of posts — a perfectly compact deep dive.
Stay tuned for that appreciation, and in the meantime, have a listen to ‘Lost Boys,’ the first single from Bridgers’ upcoming album.
On a motor bike, doing 90 in a 55
To another life where they make you cut your hair
Impatient with a rifle and your papers
Weightless but not scared
[Pre-Chorus]
This machine is killing me
I pretended it was make-believe
[Chorus]
Lost boys
Never grow up, never go home
Lost boys
Never spend their lunch money, yeah
Lost boys
Never grow up, never get old
Lost boys
Find me
[Verse 2]
That one time in East Berlin
Whеn you threw a tantrum with a .57, and broke a rib
You told me you wish you wеre dead
But I don’t believe that
I still wonder how you’re sleeping
And I don’t feel bad, but I’m sorry
[Pre-Chorus]
This machine is killing me
I pretended it was make-believe
[Chorus]
Lost boys
Never grow up, never go home
Lost boys
Never spend their lunch money, yeah
Lost boys
Never grow up, never get old
Lost boys
Find me
[Bridge]
In a twin bed
Where all will be forgiven in an instant
Hands in each other’s hair
We are born again
So who cares where we’re going?
In the morning you were not there
One, two, three, woo, ah
[Chorus]
Lost boys
Never grow up, never go home
Lost boys
Never spend their lunch money, yeah
Lost boys
Never give up, never get old
Lost boys
Come find me, yeah
Meet Me In Montauk 