Limited Edition 12" Vinyl (Free delivery for Melbourne Metro)
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Hit or Miss on clear vinyl with printed inner sleeve and a handmade zine by Alexander Biggs.
Free delivery for Melbourne metro orders and personally delivered by Alexander Biggs. Available to the first 50 Melbourne metro orders. For questions, please email sabi@mathsandmagic.com
Limited edition vinyl - 150 copies only.
Includes unlimited streaming of Hit or Miss
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Limited Edition 12" Vinyl
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Hit or Miss on clear vinyl with printed inner sleeve and a handmade zine by Alexander Biggs.
Limited edition vinyl - 150 copies only.
Includes unlimited streaming of Hit or Miss
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Sold Out
lyrics
Spin me around
the old car park
my eyes tight shut
in a shopping cart
take it real slow
and then fuck me up
I am overused but still
so in love
as if all we did
was just hit or miss
morning came slow
in a gradual twist
put a hand on my heart
one around your wrist
I'll never know why
I kissed your lips
I forgot your name
why we started this
as if all we did
was just hit or miss
credits
from Hit or Miss,
released February 3, 2021
Written, recorded and produced by Alexander Biggs
Mixed by Matthew Neighbour
Mastered by Jesse Oberin
Published by Native Tongue Music Publishing
Voice that pierces and soothes like a butter thorn. Music slowly gliding over moonlit grass. Lyrics that depict and dissect a soul in such an intimate way that her soul becomes yours as yours becomes hers. muschiosauro
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