Let me be the young Siberian boy
Or the absence of clever ploys
And twists
And wistful pans and tilts
Let the dialogue be muffled
As we carry our duffels
Around town
While the sound guy's boom mike wilts into the shot
And then you could be the maxed-out credit cards
Or the sadistic prison guard
Or the stretcher rolling into the emergency ward
Let us overact
Let us speak abstractly straight into the lens
And let us all wear black
And let us simply lack an inkling of talent
Let the grain show
On the grey snow
It'll be just like the movies
The b-movies
Let's be on Sunday afternoon
On that channel you can never find
I think it's 39 on my TV
Let's drag on for a hundred and twenty-eight minutes
And still wish for it to never finish
Let's strike a meaningful pose
All clumsy and underexposed
And then you could be robot that can speak
Or the identity the protagonist seeks
Or the blatant disregard for technique
Let's be out of sync
Let us all be French
And get one final chance before the cops show up
And let's have epiphanies
In the pivotal scene where there's a thunderstorm
Let's fall out
But overcome our doubts
Let's be shot on DV
And go straight to TV
Let's attain our goals
Right before the credits roll
And let the music swell
Over the wedding bells
But let the grain show
On the grey snow
It'll be just like the movies
The b-movies
“Portraits” is a collection of expertly drawn narrative songs with sharply observed lyrics and rustic instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 25, 2022
Johanna Samuels writes introspective and empathetic songs that explore authenticity with lovely, low-key pop melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable May 20, 2021