L: Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Lotta True Crime, as recorded by Penelope Scott.  (If my embed doesn't work, listen at this link).

 

It was my youngest kiddo who introduced me to Penelope Scott, I think, though I associate this song more with my eldest who is a True Crime podcast sort of girl, or at least has been in the past. I enjoy Penelope Scott's snarky content (check out Rät while you're at it) and conversational style that feels almost like having a chat with someone as much as like listening to a song. Punk attitude and sort of a pop sound? She's hard to define, and that might be why I love her.

"Lotta True Crime" offers a view into why so many women find true crime so oddly comforting. Some really biting lines. "He was just charismatic and white, all right" (soooo true!). I also love: "You're not special for winning a game/With someone who you know was never playing." And her giggle. Yeah, this one works for me.

Lyrics from AtoZ: 

So this girl's out back behind the bar
She's a good girl, she called a car
You got three motherf*ckers in a big white van
Two dumb friends and one mean man
Well she'll f*ckin' kill you, she wins every fight
She's gonna rock your shit by the end of the night
And the only advantage that a killer has
Is they think they have the right

I listen to a lotta True Crime
I listen to it at night
I like the girl talk
It makes me feel alright
I like scary stories in the morning
And I like 'em at night
I like the girl talk vibes
They make me feel just fine
I listen to a lotta True Crime

[*laughing*]

"Ya' know, Dennis Rader and David Parker Ray actually sit together in Hell
Shaking, quaking, terrified that one day, somehow, someway
They might meet me."

They took our girls away from home
They're in the woods, they're all alone
The ropes are heavy and the knots are tight
Tied by a monster and his oblivious wife
Well I hope this doesn't seem too impolite
But Ted Bundy was just never that f*ckin' bright
He was just sorta charismatic and white, alright?
And he was so f*ckin' sure he had the right

But he's ugly, and I'm glad he's dead
'Cause there was no f*ckin' candle in his pumpkin head
You're not special for winning a game
With someone who you know was never playing
She could've killed you, she had every right
You just caught her off guard tonight
But it's alright, she'll be fine
We listen to a lotta True Crime

One of our young turned up last night
They found their body but not their eyes
Somebody new must've gone bad
Where's the lord to take care of that?
Where is the lord to take care of that?

I listen to a lotta True Crime
I listen to it at night
I like the girl talk vibes
They make me feel alright
I like scary stories in the morning
And I like 'em at night
I like the girl talk vibes
They make me feel just fine
I listen to a lotta true crime

Oooo! 

 

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