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Star Anise (EP)

by Kira Morrison

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1.
Star Anise 02:41
You were cooking with star anise I was playing your old guitar and its strings are perpetually out of tune But it’s charming ‘cause it reminds me of you Dance in front of the kitchen sink Don’t you think it’s such a funny thing You don’t know that you’re in too deep ’til your face is blue If only we would have known That we would have gotten so Caught up in the numbers and clocks instead of saying why not The numbers and clocks instead of saying why not I was tracing lines on your face You were feeling my heartbeat race Twisted and tangled in sheets Does it feel empty now without me Crawling into that space there That someday someone else will share A girl with an experienced mind She’ll be older and wiser, but I was kind And when you meet her you’ll know Maybe you won’t get so Caught up in the numbers and clocks instead of saying why not The numbers and clocks instead of saying why not And I’ll replay every situation Add up every math equation Re-connect all of the dots But nothing changes the plot And I’ll replay every scene Wondering what it all means The numbers and clocks instead of saying why not The numbers and clocks instead of saying why not I hope you’re somewhere cooking with star anise I’m playing my old guitar and its strings are more in tune And I’m writing a song about you
2.
Hey, how’s it going Hey, what you doing Wanna come over tonight I listen for a heartbeat Talking to a phone screen But nothing’s on the other side Actor from LA, writer from the bay Anyone could be a good time I could go out tonight, go with the flow Let someone else take off my clothes But you’re still on my mind And I don’t want an empty connection A cry for attention Just another way to distract my heart So I can keep myself from falling apart Empty connection Another lesson I could swipe right ’til both my thumbs turn blue But I just wanna throw my phone away and run to you He’s handsome funny and he’s got money And he says he likes my vibe I could let him kiss me, tell me that he loves me I’ll probably feel fine But I miss laughing ’til we cry Your hands holding mine Feeling something new I’ll drink another glass of wine so I can get you off my mind And stop wishing he was you Just another empty connection A cry for attention Just another way to distract my heart So I can keep myself from falling apart Empty connection Another lesson I could swipe right ’til both my thumbs turn blue But I just wanna throw my phone away and run to you I wish I could fuck the pain away Scream someone else’s name to drown you out I could let him run his fingers through my hair Another meaningless affair to stop the drought I could do without, I could do without Another empty connection A cry for attention Just another way to distract my heart So I can keep myself from falling apart Empty connection Another lesson I could swipe right ’til both my thumbs turn blue But I just wanna throw my phone away and run to you
3.
Fiona Apple 03:56
I thought I'd add a song to your playlist today There's a New York indie band who just moved out to L.A. And I think you'd like their lyrics even though they're a bit cliche I wonder what you're listening to these days I've been listening to my own sad love songs on repeat Trying to forget your voice's simple melody And I had to delete every song that reminded me of your name I don't listen to Fiona Apple since you went away And I hope that you don't mind if I start to reminisce 'Bout the night that I got drunk and made you listen to Taylor Swift And you made me stop my dancing so you could pull me in for a kiss You stole the words right out of my lips Now I'm singing gibberish 'cause I just can't find the words I strum the strings on my guitar 'til all my fingers hurt And I'll write a million lyrics but they all just feel the same And I'll listen to some pop songs just to get me through the day And I threw away every momento and the mixtape that you made I don't listen to Fiona Apple since you went away
4.
7 02:38
One, two, three weeks since you last saw me Four, five, six, seven days of the week I can't sleep I've been counting all the things we could've done differently I'll keep counting all the times I wish that it was me Eight, nine, ten songs that I play in my head Thirteen tracks on the album you said you couldn't forget I've been counting all the things that you could've said to me I'll keep counting all the messages I write and then delete And how many glasses of wine will it take 'Til I break my own rules, said you made a mistake And how many lonely nights will pass 'Til you call me up drunk, say that you want me back But it's all in my head, it's all in my head One, two, three years 'til you forget about me I'll be at the bar, your friend's band is playing Your new girl asks, "Who is she?" And you'll start counting all the things you could've done differently Just 1,095 days that you could've been with me And I'll start counting all the minutes 'Til you walk up and say, "How have you been?" And I make some excuse to run away 'Cause when I see your face it all starts again, and again, and again, and again One, two, three songs that I'll write, but never send I'll keep counting the days 'til I feel okay again

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released December 18, 2020

written + produced by kira morrison
mixed and mastered by chris ranier
vocals + guitar by kira morrison
bass by jennifer condos
drums by jay bellerose

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Kira Morrison Los Angeles, California

singer/songwriter born and raised in LA. specialist in sad girl songs.

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