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ALICE GLASS x ZOLA JESUS    & lupa j

OXFORD ART FACTORY TUESDAY 19TH JUNE

LUPA J is thrilled to announce she'll be opening for this pair of badass artists at their 19th June Sydney show at the Oxford Art Factory.  Not to be missed.

 

 

 

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EARMILK FLAGS LUPA J AS an ARTIST TO WATCH

What sets Lupa J apart from fellow pop artists is an emotional fueled reasoning behind the raw delivery of each note or the symphonic production wrapped around it. While many other pop acts are focused on sharing an emotional story, Lupa J is focusing on evoking one in the listener. Her sound is everything manic as it is beautiful. 

David Sikorski - Earmilk - Oct 2017

 

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Lupa J Joins Little Wise At The Top Of The Community Radio Charts

 
 

 

 

 

 

 
 
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LYRICS

A House I Don't Remember EP

Keep Back

Weep your tears next to me
Keep this hidden from me
Drain your blood over me
Keep this hidden from me

Show me the house you grew up in
I'll see what hung on your walls
Hold me too close for comfort
So I can hold you responsible

Give your nightmares to me
Keep this hidden from me
In your memories tie me
Keep this hidden from me

Follow your fears
Keep me out of here

Keep back

Show me the house you grew up in
I'll see what hung on your walls
Hold me too close for comfort
So I can hold you responsible

Moth

Drift through the stores
Keep the balance
In through the doors
take your chances

Moth toward light
Glowing windows
Drained of all fight
Surrender slow

Girls on billboards laughing
Silence, hysterical and lasting
Me, with my creased hands
They know I can't speak back from here

(Keep Out) 

They sing, 
"Don't bite the hand that feeds you" 
Up in their framed thrones
"Don't bite the hand that feeds you" 
As I stand here skin and bone

Feel you close in
The years we froze
I'm still mannequin
Break the windows

A man in a car
The sirens echo
He looks on ahead
Like I'm not here

Girls on billboards laughing
Gloss and dress so sheer
Watch me start to wonder
If maybe I'm not really here

(Keep Out) 

They sing, 
"Don't bite the hand that feeds you" 
Up in their framed thrones
"Don't bite the hand that feeds you" 
As I stand here skin and bone
 

All Talked Out

Sleep now
In your box
Full of phones
Speak with a grin
To a man
You don’t know

Across the line
Hold out your hands
Voice softly lull
A doormat for his shoes

(Pretty mouth
Pretty mouth on the phone
Tell them it’s ok
Tell them your name
Words crawl through the wires
And down your back like fingers
Where did his hands go? 
Where did his hands go? 
Wash it off, wash it all off
Don’t speak, pretty mouth
You are all talked out) 

Head in the game
You tell your friends about your day
Words and words and words to wear you away
Making the money
To make you forget
That you weren’t ok
Thinking in circles, think
Nothing really happened anyway

Where did his hands go? 
Where did his hands go? 
Wash it off, wash it all off
Buckle your shoes, don’t talk
Don’t tell mum in the car
You are not allowed
You are not allowed

(Words crawl through the wires
And down your back like fingers
Don’t speak now pretty mouth, 
You are all talked out) 

Ring Empty

Hold me tighter here
I made this house for you
I wait it out in fear
That there’s nothing here you want to hold on to

And with all this noise in us
They are all you hear
A constant hum, 
They ring empty in your ears

And I hold you
With aching arms
So tight
My nails cut your skin

In your tired eyes
You don’t see me
I fight, 
Still waiting in the wings

I try
But they’re still ringing in your ears

Evaporate

I want to feel you here
All over me
Like water
Free

I want to feel you here
All over me
Into my skin, seep
All over me

I miss you with your flooded eyes
Too much for them to crystallise
I feel the sound around me die
No tears, this space is paralysed

And this is all that I can find
It’s not enough to feel alive
(Breathe) 
I take the bus home through the night
They drive the way without the lights
No one sees the way this bites
(Breathe) 

Next to me you fade
Evaporate
Into the air
Breathe

You disappear
Into yourself
I watch
As you leave

Into my arms, come

I miss you with your flooded eyes
Too much for them to crystallise
I feel the sound around me die
No tears, this space is paralysed

And this is all that I can find
Your body anchored by my side
It’s not enough to feel alive
(Breathe) 
I take the bus home through the night
They drive the way without the lights
No one sees the way this bites
(Breathe)

Remember

I remember the very first day
I felt water splash across my face
Grown hands guide me through the space
A blue pool deep inside my brain

A grazed knee and the feel of pain
Faces seep across two decades
It seemed strange so I asked you the same
You said all you remember are those pretty girls’ names

A worried boy’s whisper over and over
Taking the trouble away to take you closer
To a love where guidance didn’t matter
To side glances and unrequited stares
Addiction will run you empty
This addiction will run you empty

But tell me will you
Remember the night
You first really saw me stand there
It was so bright
Among the eyes below
You saw your fingers in my short hair

And I sang about a dream
You’d never felt before
Opened up this dark door
My feet weren’t on the floor
I wore a different dress to all those names
That now all seem to sound the same

And I can't be them for you
No I can't be them for you

I remember the very first time
I held a hand of my own size
Both small but only one was a child
She taught me how to hold a girl as she cried

You say tears were too much for you
When she cried you always left the room
Back to your bed where things would stay the same
I heard you whispering their names
Addiction will run you empty
This addiction will run you empty

But tell me will you
Remember the night
You first really saw me stand there
It was so bright
Among the eyes below
You saw your fingers in my short hair

And I sang about a dream
You’d never felt before
Opened up this dark door
My feet weren’t on the floor
I wore a different dress to all those names
That now all seem to sound the same

And I can't be them for you
No I can't be them for you

Track by Track

A House I Don't Remember.

Keep Back.

This was actually one of the last songs I wrote for the EP – after mostly focusing and writing about other people and the things that have shaped them, I realised I’d neglected to think much about myself & how I fit into the picture. And I noticed that that in itself was a recurring theme -  that I’ve been the single common element in a pattern of emotionally consuming relationships & friendships. I considered that maybe I throw myself into other people's problems as a way to stay distracted, but when it gets too much alleviate myself from any responsibility. So I wrote myself as this clingy, vampire-like persona that draws people in to hurt me but then flips the blame back on them - a kind of twisted but serious parody of myself.

LYRICS

Moth

Moth essentially depicts the scenario of walking into a department store and feeling simultaneously transfixed and paralysed by the surrounding images of objectified women. It’s about feeling worn down after growing up as a girl, struggling to develop an identity while everyone and everything reinforces the idea that first and foremost you are seen as a body to be perfected or consumed – and yet you’re still helplessly drawn to these images like a moth to artificial light.

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All Talked Out

All Talked Out was the first song I wrote for this EP. I tried to make the music in a way that really mirrored the lyrics – and as a result it’s probably one of my only songs that has such extreme contrasts of sound & tone. I was trying to create, sound-wise, something that emulated a traumatic memory quickly becoming more and more intrusive in someone’s life; something buried demanding to be felt. The lyrics are also heavily gendered – more specifically, it’s about how for women there are lots of little things, all day long, that lead to their default being in emotionally laborious roles. Not just in relationships – you’ll find that most customer care / hospitality work is dominated by women – jobs where one must take all kinds of mistreatment with a smile on their face. So this song is largely about how being pigeonholed as the ‘nurturing’ gender leaves women lacking in energy to deal with their own most pressing issues.

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Ring Empty

Lyrically, Ring Empty is more or less the part two to All Talked Out, the stage where buried memory & emotion completely take over, and one must face it head on. Musically I tried to make it the heaviest, most intense sounding thing I’ve ever done. I’m aware that this subject matter all feels very dark – but I was just so dumbstruck when multiple people told me they had major blanks in their memory of their childhoods, or that they were suddenly remembering crucial things now that they had unconsciously pushed away. I found it so eerie, the extent to which memory is affected by our emotion, I couldn’t not write about it.

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Evaporate

Evaporate is the most heartbroken, vulnerable song on this record, a break away from the more analytical tone of the other songs. It’s probably my favourite in terms of mood & production, the best bits being some really broken sounding modular synth I sampled & Juno 107 with nauseating LFO. Lyrically it’s almost a part three to All Talked Out, about trying to give and receive love from someone now completely consumed by a dark past.

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Remember

The day I wrote Remember was the day I realised how this EP was all going to work together, that the underlying theme of it all would be distorted memory and the frighteningly formative nature of childhood. I was thinking about how I can remember as far back as my first time in a pool, when I was not even one year old – and so many other tiny random things from when I was young, wondering why it was those things that I remember, and why some people can’t remember anything at all from that period. This song specifically is about someone who only remembers the things that distracted them from the more crucial but troubling aspects of their lives.

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