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It Would Be Nice

by Annie Fish

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i'm trying to be happy oh ho for you all and i don't see why i should bother anymore its no use i feel sad i don't know why i'm walking back and forth again i don't know who i would even run into it’s no use i'm all alone it's no use i feel sad i'm sick of cleaning after myself all the time maybe if i had skin id keep it on my spine its no use i'm feeling scared its no use cos i don't care you sent a postcard and it said well here i am in london wishing you were here today we went to a huge market in notting hill and then we took the tube to the tate museum i'm feeling more cultured already !
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this is a hotel changing balances i don't need to make any more sense i guess the traveling cost me a pen i'm through with everything i've got nothing left to show for to live for at all but i don't know maybe i could sell back to you back to you i'm going back and forth inside my head i'm not concerned with writing good or bad i think that services rendered to me cost me a pretty penny again i've heard this before it's all a delusion to me but i don't know maybe i could sell back to you back to you
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Sweet Desire 02:40
sweet desire i play this song to you crushing hard i hold my head for you and its true i walk with my head down in the rain and in my heart its not the same its a feeling from deep inside and its painful to try to hide it cold desire you chill me to the bone warm fire ive lost my sight of you and its you i look long and hard for you with no sign i think im running out of time its a feeling that knows what i am as for the pain i dont give a damn when i have love and id give some if youd give me the chance sweet desire why do you make me tired my mind can only fuel yr flames and crowd my heart with silly games oh no i can feel it begin again that lonesome feeling of everything dreams of love are never good and i feel as if my sweat is blood but for you id do anything cos anything is worth it
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there is a skip to your step as you walk away you add a snap to the beat of your own step you got a reason to be so happy ma’am yes i do i ran into an old friend of mine it was a genuine surprise we laughed and oh it felt soft to the touch we exchange pleasantries and move away on the way back to my house i wonder will there be time for me to write this down yes there will i got all the time in the world i got all the ink in the world i put my hand on the page it’s soft to the touch there is a skip to your step as you walk away you add a snap to the beat of your own step you got a reason to be so happy now? well yes i do
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if i am now awake why does this feel the same is it cos i’ve been holding on to any thread i find or is it cos ive given up and said all my goodbyes or maybe i just realized this could be worse than i thought so if i have moved along then please tell me oh tell me why do you keep me asleep
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its been a long long time since ive seen my friend and now ive almost reached the end of my days its time again i wanna see you i wanna tell you how much i thought ive thought about you… its took awhile but i am im back where i belong i had to ask some friends where you now live well i ran and i ran and i ran and there i was standing outside yr house i saw you standing by yr car you saw me but you looked away where did you go? couldn’t you tell? i’m back after oh so many years i missed you my little viking but you turned around, you turned around… as i watched you drive away your brother saw me there he ran to me he hugged me but it was just no use, oh… well i cried and i cried and i cried and i cried cos you no longer knew me he tried and he tried and he tried and he tried to make me feel better where did you go? couldn’t you tell? i’m back after oh so many years i missed you my little viking but you turned around, you turned around… i used to be your bestest friend we used to do so many things we won at dodgeball, we walked on the moon we broke the records, we did it all… we beat up the ocean
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Water 03:41 video
who will you cut out today who won’t you call back today so you think you’ve found a friend? don’t consider these loose end don’t forget the way back whens so you think you’ve found a friend? you think rivers have no end think the rain has will to bend so you think you’ve found a friend? i will miss you like time has no end
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if the temperature would drop if the heat wave would stop if we weren’t stuck in drought would you hold my hand? id like you to because it would be nice if we weren’t stuck in war if the edges weren’t so torn if we could go without, would you pick me up at quarter to two today? it would be nice if we didn’t have our lives to get in the way if we give this up would you be with me? i’d like you to because it would be nice
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i've had some ideas of what we could do today maybe catch a film and laugh and hold hands but no, not this time i think that's a great notion but it's not for us maybe later on we'll laugh as you dreamt it but no, not this time
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ive got a reason to stay here ive got a reason to live here ive never that much to say ive never had that much to do no one matters when we’ve got our houses to breathe i’ve got a lampshade with red palm fronds i’ve got a lampshade with blue roses i’ve got a number next to a name and i can’t remember is yours the same i think i’ll call at a later time you’ll ask and i’ll say that i feel fine is this really true? i had a muffin and coffee ive had better but its fine with me i think the crickets irritate me i chuckle and remember that i’m lonely no one matters when we’ve got our houses to breathe
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where is panic when i need her? and where is panic when i'm sad? you know, i thought i had this figured out but the answer was no i wish it was yes and she wrote it out in poetry and she wrote it out in prose she cut the apples to their cores but she left in the worms we ate them, of course she left them for us to do what we must do where is panic when i need her? and where is panic when i'm sad? you know, i thought i had this figured out but the answer was no i wish it was yes
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so, i’ve said everything i thought that i could say to you i think it would it would be nice if we could see things through but now here we are trading breaths and space is this how it’s to be? and i think it would it would be nice if i could try to give this up i’d give you up you deserve to be loved like someone else could try and it would be nice if i was that someone but i’m not so go and now here we are we are far apart on separate ends of life so then do you every think of us and say it would be nice it would be nice yes, i think it would

about

Annie Fish presents “It Would Be Nice.”

Allow me to once again introduce myself with a record of old friends, of sparkling eyes, of crisp breath, of a memory of sun, of a discovery of craft.

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From Annie:

In 2006, I sat in my childhood bedroom in Albuquerque, New Mexico, at home from my first year of college in Chicago, and learned how to write songs. I had written songs before, but with these (“Unsure Yet” came first, a true lighthouse beacon, the rest came quickly after) I realized, grudgingly at first, then wonderingly, that I had a knack for it.

By the end of summer, I had an album, which I called “It Would Be Nice,” and made up a band name for it, which was Violet Mice. I made and released music under that name for twelve years, before retiring it when I moved back to Albuquerque in 2018.

In early March 2020 I felt a little lost, both in my life (a longer story), and in my songwriting. I had no name but my own, and didn’t know what I wanted to represent myself outwards with. It was that moment of wondering if you still have the craft, the skill, the power to pull a song from the air. So I looked back, thought of those first songs, found the baby budding songwriter of 2006 to be on to something, and thought about re-recording a couple of songs from It Would Be Nice.

Then, the rest of March 2020 happened, and the rest of 2020 continued to happen, and I found myself out of a job, out of my apartment, and back in that same childhood bedroom where I originally wrote the songs that made up It Would Be Nice, with the same keyboards, and some of the same guitars, and the same floor under my feet. I threw myself into the work then, recording new versions of every one of those songs, applying all the lessons I had learned of songwriting I had gathered over the previous fifteen years. And that would have been it. i would have sat on these new recordings, which sounded good-not-great to me, and left it at that. It would have been a good experiment, and worth it, but it would have just been that.

This is where Jacob came in. We have been friends since our literal births, and our musical history goes back just about as far. I knew he wanted to produce something of mine again (he had produced two of Violet Mice’s records— the two that sounded good), and this renewed It Would Be Nice made sense. We both wanted to have a project that represented how much we had learned about song and sound.

So, on and off over the next two years (ramping up in 2021), he turned by decent-but-muddied home recordings into a literal divination. He produced these songs into genuine pop marvels. He found the ways through my sometime labyrinthine stacks of tracks and made every single one burst with glowing energy. As much as I wrote these songs, Jake is the one who found them at their best. As such, this is one of the truest collaborations I’ve ever participated in. The album would truly not exist without him.

Thus, here is “It Would Be Nice,” the first full-length album I have released as myself, Annie Fish. A nice waving of both goodbye and hello. It’s finding the best of your old self to embrace the new one.

Or, to audaciously quote David Bowie:

“You have to accommodate your pasts within your persona. You have to understand why you went through them. That’s the major thing. You cannot just ignore them or put them out of your mind or pretend they didn’t happen or just say ‘Oh I was different then.’”

Thanks for listening.
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released March 4, 2022

Written, Performed, and Recorded by Annie Fish in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Produced, Arranged, Mixed, and Mastered by Jacob Strick in Los Angeles, California.

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