BethDufreneOnTheBayouByYou

new album title Messages From The Swamp

The Right Person Will Stay? would be a camp serve. It’s a little too live love laugh for my taste without the question mark. 

The Right Person Will Stay? would be a camp serve. It’s a little too live love laugh for my taste without the question mark. 

Will the Right Person Stay?

I used to think nothing can save the "live love lough" of the new record title. Not even interpunction or an expletive. 
 
But then, by the end of last year, some folks really disappointed me by not being the friends I thought they were, and I realised lana is once again making an album that will match my current era to a tee.
 
She hasn't missed once. Like, i'm getting married this year, and she's just gotten married. We've been in sync since 2012 and I'm sure I'll relate to 99% of things she sings about, including the title.

The Right Person Will Stay? would be a camp serve. It’s a little too live love laugh for my taste without the question mark. 

She should open the album with the sound of crickets and cicadas humming in the night. A soft breeze jingles wind chimes in the distance, thunder rumbling low and steady. You hear the slosh of an alligator cutting through swamp water, the creak of an old wooden rocker on a porch, and the crackle of a blues record spinning somewhere deep in the dark. Footsteps crunch on gravel, slow and deliberate, growing louder and closer until, just barely above a whisper, you hear: "boom like that."

I never connected with Prom Song until yesterday. IDK what this says about me but I saw a TikTok using the song with old Disney animations and something just clicked for me. I haven't stopped listening since. 

She should open the album with the sound of crickets and cicadas humming in the night. A soft breeze jingles wind chimes in the distance, thunder rumbling low and steady. You hear the slosh of an alligator cutting through swamp water, the creak of an old wooden rocker on a porch, and the crackle of a blues record spinning somewhere deep in the dark. Footsteps crunch on gravel, slow and deliberate, growing louder and closer until, just barely above a whisper, you hear: "boom like that."

“Might be considering”  the insiders have lost the creative touch this era. 

She should open the album with the sound of crickets and cicadas humming in the night. A soft breeze jingles wind chimes in the distance, thunder rumbling low and steady. You hear the slosh of an alligator cutting through swamp water, the creak of an old wooden rocker on a porch, and the crackle of a blues record spinning somewhere deep in the dark. Footsteps crunch on gravel, slow and deliberate, growing louder and closer until, just barely above a whisper, you hear: "boom like that."

She should open the album with the sound of crickets and cicadas humming in the night. A soft breeze jingles wind chimes in the distance, thunder rumbling low and steady. You hear the slosh of an alligator cutting through swamp water, the creak of an old wooden rocker on a porch, and the crackle of a blues record spinning somewhere deep in the dark. Footsteps crunch on gravel, slow and deliberate, growing louder and closer until, just barely above a whisper, you hear: "boom like that."

I never connected with Prom Song until yesterday. IDK what this says about me but I saw a TikTok using the song with old Disney animations and something just clicked for me. I haven't stopped listening since. 

She should open the album with the sound of crickets and cicadas humming in the night. A soft breeze jingles wind chimes in the distance, thunder rumbling low and steady. You hear the slosh of an alligator cutting through swamp water, the creak of an old wooden rocker on a porch, and the crackle of a blues record spinning somewhere deep in the dark. Footsteps crunch on gravel, slow and deliberate, growing louder and closer until, just barely above a whisper, you hear: "boom like that."

The Right Person Will Stay? would be a camp serve. It’s a little too live love laugh for my taste without the question mark. 

she should just drop and forget about it (as she does), and proceed to experiment with Mike dean and his synth abilities 

The Right Person Will Stay? would be a camp serve. It’s a little too live love laugh for my taste without the question mark. 

The Right Person Will Stay? would be a camp serve. It’s a little too live love laugh for my taste without the question mark. 

The Right Person Will Stay? would be a camp serve. It’s a little too live love laugh for my taste without the question mark. 

She should open the album with the sound of crickets and cicadas humming in the night. A soft breeze jingles wind chimes in the distance, thunder rumbling low and steady. You hear the slosh of an alligator cutting through swamp water, the creak of an old wooden rocker on a porch, and the crackle of a blues record spinning somewhere deep in the dark. Footsteps crunch on gravel, slow and deliberate, growing louder and closer until, just barely above a whisper, you hear: "boom like that."

She should open the album with the sound of crickets and cicadas humming in the night. A soft breeze jingles wind chimes in the distance, thunder rumbling low and steady. You hear the slosh of an alligator cutting through swamp water, the creak of an old wooden rocker on a porch, and the crackle of a blues record spinning somewhere deep in the dark. Footsteps crunch on gravel, slow and deliberate, growing louder and closer until, just barely above a whisper, you hear: "boom like that."

Get in the studio 

She should open the album with the sound of crickets and cicadas humming in the night. A soft breeze jingles wind chimes in the distance, thunder rumbling low and steady. You hear the slosh of an alligator cutting through swamp water, the creak of an old wooden rocker on a porch, and the crackle of a blues record spinning somewhere deep in the dark. Footsteps crunch on gravel, slow and deliberate, growing louder and closer until, just barely above a whisper, you hear: "boom like that."

She should open the album with the sound of crickets and cicadas humming in the night. A soft breeze jingles wind chimes in the distance, thunder rumbling low and steady. You hear the slosh of an alligator cutting through swamp water, the creak of an old wooden rocker on a porch, and the crackle of a blues record spinning somewhere deep in the dark. Footsteps crunch on gravel, slow and deliberate, growing louder and closer until, just barely above a whisper, you hear: "boom like that."

She should open the album with the sound of crickets and cicadas humming in the night. A soft breeze jingles wind chimes in the distance, thunder rumbling low and steady. You hear the slosh of an alligator cutting through swamp water, the creak of an old wooden rocker on a porch, and the crackle of a blues record spinning somewhere deep in the dark. Footsteps crunch on gravel, slow and deliberate, growing louder and closer until, just barely above a whisper, you hear: "boom like that."