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Listen/purchase: A Little Bit Lost But Not Too Worried About It by Søl Søp

Todays an exciting day for me. I'm finally releasing Søl Søp Twø; "A Little Bit Lost But Not Too Worried About It." Søl Søp Twø is my second set of studio quality recordings and to me it represents a certain stage in my developement not only as an artist but as a man. I'm 29 now and living out a relatively happy and peaceful existance these days in a sunny loft space in Bedstuy, Brooklyn with my wife and our dog, but it was a long road to get here, and that road was frought with all the typical tumults of youth; Heartbreak, social anxiety, betrayel, drug abuse, you fucking name it. Lots of people deal with that shit, and not everyones lucky enough to get over it at such a young age- but thank God, I am that lucky. Even as a 23 year old, cross-faded and vomiting off the stoop at the apartment building of a friend of a friend at 2am while waiting for a car to come and scoop me up (all I can say about that and so many similar occurances is that 1. I'm glad I grew up in an era where getting delivered home after too many drinks was as easy as slurring "hey Siri, cab!" and 2. It was never any ones fault but my own) I was thinking to myself "well this sucks- but I'm lucky it isnt any worse." But anyway, my point is these songs are kind of in my past, but I like them- I listen back to them and I wonder if there isnt someone who can relate and who might get helped by hearing that someone else was as fucked up as them. The same way I was guided and therapized by the Pixies, Brand New, Bright Eyes, Regina Spektor, and Titus Andronicus (and frankly the list goes on). So thats about the size of it! Søl Søp Twø! Enjoy it, or if its not your thing try and pass it along to someone who might be into it for me, thanks and God bless.

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Yo yo yo follow my band Søl Søp on Instagram @solsopband and check out the first ep Garrett Haran Presents: Søl Søp Øne; “The Firsticle Bit of a Long Fickle Fit” on bandcamp at Garrettharan.bandcamp.com of your into folk, anti-folk, punk, emo, or like... old Bright Eyes, like “Letting Off the Happiness” era Bright Eyes or like “I’m Wide Awake it’s Morning” if there was no budget and rly sparse production.

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Angel Olsen is so cool, and her simple chord progressions are really inspirational to me. Covering this song helps me to elevate my vocals to another level. Now HOW DO I KEEP THEM THERE? I'm sure I don't know, but pretty soon my friend Rachel Karmel as gonna start giving me voice lessons! And so maybe the effects of that will possibly be audible on Søl Søp 3 or 4- it certainly depends on how soon we can get going. Anyway, heres a cover I did of a beautiful Angel Olsen songcalled unfucktheworld, I hope you enjoy the fuzzed out lofi twist and loud screaming vocals I threw in there basically because thats just what happens when I try and sing loudly!

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This is the first recording for a song called "Catch Mortar," that might be the prettiest song on the upcoming Søl Søp Twø ep, which is gonna be called something like "A Little Bit Lost, But Not Too Worried About It," and if you've ever wanted to help someone name an album- please message or comment with your suggestions based on that working title. It's about a tumultuous long distance relationship that eventually some day far down the line from when this song was written, turned into a great friendship. Anyway, so the lyrics as they stand today are something like; It's early July, and I know in one weeks time that my trajectory is changing, and that you will be mine- yeah and I will be yours. All in due time- hey, wait... what time is it? I know it's early July, and that I'm the lord of the flies that are buzzing 'round my mind. The kitchen is sinking, and I'm getting kind of tired of it- but you thought it was kind of fun. Your laugh is like- some sweet song, and when you laugh it makes me want to sing along. I said "your crooked smile is my favorite." you said "shut up, you stupid fucking F*****, and punch me in the eye" If you punch my eye swear I'll love you for a long time then you got up, dusted yourself off I've got cigarrette burns on my inner arm, thats just you evening the score, cos I'd done you some harm Now we've both got cigarrette burns, and sparks in our eyes, but we're not yet scorched earth Now, "I'm cool," you said... "I'm cool too, yeah I promise" "I'm cool... but I'm just a little bruised" Get out of here, Not another word... Get out of here cos long drawn out goodbyes, won't make this any easier Get of here, since when did you become Mr. Sensitive Get outta here, unless you want another cigarrette burn

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This song is the earliest recording of what would become "Blue-Ridge Mountain Blues Pt. 2," which is I think one of the strongest Sol Sop songs, and maybe still in my top three favorite to play. The lyrics of the final version of the song, which will be available so soon- the only thing left to finish on Søl Søp 2 is the album artwork! And then I'll put it up on bandcamp, and then I'll figure out how to put it up on spotify. Anyway the lyrics are: Everyday I sit, stuck sinking in my kitchen's pit and winding down the sunlight while I try to channel your third-eye. My dreary doll I wanna do anything you want to. It's been so long since we met, I could be the patch on your denim vest. But that heavy southern rain ironed out all the wrinkles in my brain so I forgot all the words that I hoped I didn't need to say. Though, Lord knows I wish I could see what you really think of me, so when you'd smoke your cigarrettes you'd cough up words and instead of silent black irises they'd open wide and scream: "Just come stand next to me," yeah come stand next to me, Please You're so far away... Those Blue Mountain ridges, and that long higway are calling my name