Okay but can we just talk about this trumpet player?? They're fuckin killing it

The “fuck you dad” at the beginning really does it for me every time.

@alphavolta5038

2 жыл бұрын

Unpopular opinion but it comes off as really immature to me

@primeracto

2 жыл бұрын

@@alphavolta5038 unpopular for a reason

@Drewscarymore

2 жыл бұрын

Correct. Very unpopular.

@duhusker4383

2 жыл бұрын

@@alphavolta5038 Fuck off. What the fuck do you know about her life and her relatioship with her dad that makes you call her immature? Get a fucking life.

@allisonbrock9563

2 жыл бұрын

@@alphavolta5038 not every child has good parents, and their children don’t have to hide their feelings about hating them for being shitty

Biggest flex in my life was how close I was to her on that day

Favorite Phoebe bridgers song

queen behavior honestly

Literally just visited Kyoto and listened to this song while on the bullet train there. Surreal, having never been there before and there being no tourists there due to Covid.

When the crowd cheers Phoebe looks genuinely happy, sincerely Happy and that is wonderful!!

This is really amazing, allows you to peak behind the curtains a little

I love how edgy her guitar is

@PedrooFerroo

2 жыл бұрын

She's such a character 😂 gotta love her

@simongosimon

10 ай бұрын

What makes it even funnier is, that's a fucking horrible guitar to play on, and she tours with it lmao

Phoebe's lyrics make me cry like I'm listening o Elliot Smith.

wow what a dream

woo

she is so talnetd!

I would kill to be there

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

holy shit I just realized how absolutely decimating these lyrics are :((

@elliotjanzen5326

2 жыл бұрын

pretty kind tbh

This reminds me of Canadian dream pop like Stars and Alvvays

@PaperbackDreamsMusic

Жыл бұрын

I thought of the same damn thing!!!! This is so much like an Alvvays song in the best way possible!

京都😭

Yo is that a fucking bc rich guitar

@guidohywuler9916

2 жыл бұрын

Yep, she's rocking a nice axe

@BRIDKIE

Жыл бұрын

Also spotting a nice Danelectro there.

Here is a peruvian fan

Her Dad left her?

Some Song and Waltz #2 by Elliott Smith are ‘my’ songs…No matter how much I try to have new ones…And he cannot write me a new one anyhow… I know Phoebe Bridgers has her own thing but I still feel as though these two songs by Elliott Smith are what I believe to be what her music and lyrics are most informed by and what they are hinting at conveying ...And you do not have to agree or even know wtf I am talking about...Just listen...It's well-understood... First the mic, then a half cigarette/Singing, "Cathy's Clown" That's the man she's married to now/That's the girl that he takes around town She appears composed, so she is, I suppose/Who can really tell? She shows no emotion at all/Stares into space like a dead china doll I'm never gonna know you now/But I'm gonna love you anyhow Now she's done and they're calling someone/Such a familiar name I'm so glad that my memory's remote/'Cause I'm doing just fine hour to hour, note to note Here it is, the revenge to the tune, "You're no good You're no good, you're no good, you're no good" Can't you tell that it's well understood? I'm never gonna know you now/But I'm gonna love you anyhow I'm here today and expected to stay/On and on and on I'm tired/I'm tired… Looking out on the substitute scene/Still going strong XO, mom/It's okay, it's alright, nothing's wrong Tell Mr. Man with impossible plans to just leave me alone In the place where I make no mistakes/In the place where I have what it takes I'm never gonna know you now/But I'm gonna love you anyhow… ………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Elliott Smith- Some Song (again) It's a junkie dream, makes you so uptight/Yeah, it's Halloween tonight and every night/Hear you scratch your skin, your sandpaper throat/You're a symphony, man, with one fucking note… Charlie (‘dad’) beat you up week after week/And when you grow up, you're gonna be a freak/Want a violent girl who's not scared of anything… Help me kill my time 'Cause I'll never be fine You went down to look at old *Dallas Town/Where you must be sick just to hang around/Seen it on TV, how to kill your man/Then like Gacy's scene, a canvas in your hand… Better call your mom, she's out looking for you/In the jail and the army and the hospital too/But those people there couldn't do anything for you… Help me kill my time… *…We never need to talk…*