Little Grey Girlfriend

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Indie pop/rocktronica group, Little Grey Girlfriend, is one of the most diverse bands to hit the Brooklyn music scene. This first collaboration EP, led by the classical, sweet siren vocals of Erika Lloyd, and rounded out by the talented Brad Whiteley (keys) explores a variety of sounds and instruments in their quirky, unique songwriting and dramatic range.

Often compared to pioneering greats like Regina Spektor, Bird and the Bee, and St. Vincent, Little Grey Girlfriend continues to draw audiences in with elements of classical music cleverly woven through pop, electronic, and rock beats. The diversity of the members in both talent and background continues to challenge these former band geeks, who will continue to push the envelope, explore, and pave the path that affirms that in music, anything is possible.

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released February 9, 2007

Erika Lloyd- Vocals, Keyboard
Brad Whiteley- Keyboards, Guitar, Synth Bass, Drum Programming
Peter Maness- Bass

Album Design- Erika Lloyd
Recorded and Produced by- Brad Whiteley and Erika Lloyd

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Track Name: Time Pops Bubbles
Look a bird,
bubble gosling that I,
created in the bath
as a painting on the side.
Blasted gravity
takes another life,
first drags it down,
limp and unable to fly,

Then separates
the head from the body,
the mind from the heart,
the voice from the soul,
reason from control,
reason from control.

Time pops bubbles,
kills energy and drowns,
even the most beautiful,
the most beautiful.

Reason from control…

This cement
mixer includes no trees.
Loss of voice, walk many,
under tyranny.
The hands long for
heart’s creativity,
but the body’s numb,
sold to bureaucracy.

Separate
the head from the body,
the mind from the heart,
the voice from the soul,
reason from control…

Time pops bubbles.

Time pops bubbles,
kills energy and drowns,
even the most beautiful,
the most beautiful.
Track Name: Little Grey Girlfriend
Two small bananas,
toothbrush, comb,
crayons, her dog,
slide boots, pillow,
silver hairspray,
ray gun on go

Bad, she’s bad,
she’s bad, she’s so bad…

Straps her pack upon her back,
walks out into clear air deciding,
“Perfect day for spaceship riding,
leaving all these spheres behind.
Tired of being so small,
don’t want to be little at all,
I would rather be much taller
like the monkey in the doll room.
I’ll sphere bounce off universe walls,
until I crash
and make them fall.

Walking through the door,
finding out there’s more than more,
more than more,
more than more,
colors I have not
seen before…”

Little grey girlfriend,
little grey girlfriend

Stay away from holes.
Wash your face
and dry your clothes.
Heaven knows,
heaven knows:
little girls are targets for foes.

Little grey girlfriend...
Track Name: Lullaby
Sleep,
baby sleep.
Dream,
baby dream.
Baby’s sitting
in a rocking chair
out in the tree.

Don’t let the wind blow…

Dreaming about
finding
another tiny floating piece,
to dance with,
to complete,
what he needs,
to break off another growing piece.
Can’t hide,
can’t find love,
can’t hide, can’t find,
can’t hide, lost.
Run…

Sleep,
baby sleep.
Dream,
baby dream.
Baby’s sitting
in a rocking chair
out in the tree.
Don’t let the wind blow my baby from me.
Track Name: Cereal Box World
Big deposit,
broke really,
I’m staring at tile ceiling.
Two people,
checking,
in scrubs for my wristband thing.
It’s scary,
so scary,
so all that I can think to see,
is circulating
snake city,
going around.

Around…

Make it down
the steps to doors,
always sliding out.
Never run,
make it down.

I see the snake
without tail or head,
never ending worm,
ever circulating train,
going around again.

Around…

Make it down
the steps to doors
always sliding out.
Never run,
make it down.

Stuck in that,
beautiful,
colorful, cardboard compartment,
my own
cereal box world.
Packed tightly,
beside the
other small boxes on the shelf,
the shelf keeps
going around.

Big deposit,
broke really,
I’m staring at tile ceiling.
Two people,
checking,
in scrubs for my wristband thing.
It’s scary,
so scary,
so all that I can think to see
is circulating
snake city
going around.

Around…
Track Name: Party People
Party people out…

Out to find some sex,
fancy clothes and fancy shoes
and dance dance dance dance.
Nothing matters to mad hatters.
Pass the cheese and pass the wine
and laugh laugh laugh laugh!

They’ve got so many
places to go,
and their way,
they pretend they don’t know,
of the people they pass,
who don’t have a home…

Party people…

Somebody
has got to have a heart.
This city is sick
and it’s tearing me apart.
Without money,
you can’t make a start.
If you’re not dripping with money,
you can’t make a start.

Party people out…

Out to find some sex,
fancy clothes and fancy shoes
and dance dance dance dance.
Nothing matters to mad hatters.
Pass the cheese and pass the wine
and laugh laugh laugh laugh!

They’ve got so many
places to go,
and their way,
they pretend they don’t know
of the people they pass,
who don’t have a home…
Track Name: Sketch In Ink
You’re too young...

Oh, desperate lonely ocean girl,
she tells her story for a dime.
Running here and there
for to be lost,
and she's running out of time.

Panic in small doses,
clinging on to those she chooses,
big hands hold, and arms, and music,
only misses soon and looses.