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Coffee Dreams

by Nika Mo

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Making fog in the bathroom is easy forgetting myself on the shore; trying to keep this salt water from meeting that salt water is difficult Can only get through the day if I convince myself I never knew you So I forget you in the deli aisle I forget you at the closest gas station I forget you like the back of my hand and I forget you as I fill up the porcelain tub and I forget you more and more and I am glad Making way for the morning to wander in and take my place in the arm chair Taking time for the cobwebs to settle on my cheeks before I get out of bed Can only get through the hour if I convince myself I never knew you I get so good at forgetting the past year and a half; every barista is on my side! I forget you through venetian blinds I forget you in the airport viewing area I forget you on the stairs in the nighttime and I forget you as I cut someone else's hair and I forget you more and more and I am glad and I am glad I never knew you
2.
I saw the rising belly I caught your sopping tongue 'tween my fingers for a while, yeah we were chewing on the cud I saw the rotting belly I saw the brick kiln chimney to my left, and what a waste, oh what a waste— no smoke, babe, no cigar And why must you toss the water while we sit in the tub? Astounding your impatience I saw the rising steam 'fore it hit the mirror it was clinging onto all my coffee dreams I saw the rotting belly I'm payin' my due hours in the cemetery wasting blood and bone on all those plastic flowers And why must you light up the jetty then beg for the tide to swallow your impatience? Was quaking in the glow of the flames, and oh so close and oh so close but— no smoke, babe, no cigar
3.
Deep, stuck in the half light You are the half of my whole Deep, stuck in the half light You are so far away from home Feeling your empty presence recalling your essence and your touch Feeling your empty presence and i miss you so much You had a dream that you were unfaithful and you told me in the morning And it's never been boring or tiring to be in love with you And I'm always remembering, even when I'm away from you our love still feels brand new Days counting and keeping your horizon laid in me; two lines Days counting and keeping your melody in mind Space turning to distance we measure in willingness to yearn Space turning to distance; bodies stretched out over red dirt You had a dream that you were unfaithful and you told me in the morning If at first it was daunting to be in love with you now it's something like dawning All the birds are alive with you our love like morning dew Yes, I was first unwilling to give my love to you but your love is forgiving and I gifted myself to you And in the beginning, like speaking a language we learnt anew Now it's something like singing Even when I'm away from you my lips part to your tune
4.
Making fog in the bathroom is easy forgetting myself on the shore; trying to keep this salt water from meeting that salt water is difficult Can only get through the day if I convince myself I never knew you So I forget you in the deli aisle I forget you at the closest gas station I forget you like the back of my hand and I forget you as I fill up the porcelain tub and I forget you more and more and I am glad Making way for the morning to wander in and take my place in the arm chair Taking time for the cobwebs to settle on my cheeks before I get out of bed Can only get through the hour if I convince myself I never knew you I get so good at forgetting the past year and a half; every barista is on my side! I forget you through venetian blinds I forget you in the airport viewing area I forget you on the stairs in the nighttime and I forget you as I cut someone else's hair and I forget you more and more and I am glad and I am glad I never knew you

about

Written and recorded and mixed and mastered on Whadjuk Noongar boodjar. I am very grateful to the Whadjuk Noongar people, and their elders past and present, for the continued custodianship of the land on which I live and breathe. Sovereignty was never ceded.

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‘I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.’ Karaoke renditions of Carly Simon.

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Nika Mo presents this small offering as an EOFY sale (yes, this is the follow-through of an ill-advised pact proposed by collaborator and local Turbo Emo, Lyndon Blue), with outstretched palms; the promise of an album to come; a slobbery frisbee ‘tween the teeth; a pointless pit stop en route; steam rising. We return from the strange fantasy realm of ‘Cloven Hoof in Honey’ to the sobering reality of heartbreak.

‘Stairs in the Nighttime’ gets closer to indie pop than Nika Mo has ever done before, with an expansive outro that sticky tapes sentimental iPhone recordings to shaky accordion breaths and oblivious arpeggiators. Devastation with an exasperated eye-roll.

Stairs is the crowd-approved hit single, a kind of likeable misery; while No Cigar is the B-side underworld of much more private musings, never before performed live. This second track builds upon Moses' signature confessional lyricism with abstracted images of grief, idle potential and uselessness; ‘wasting blood and bone on all those plastic flowers’. Delivered as an intimate piano ballad in the midnight livingroom, the rhythmically free arrangement spirals, rises, circles, paces, pauses, ponders.

And rounding out this neat little bundle is ‘Away From You’, a much deeper cut from the archive. While Stairs and Cigar were written and recorded across 2020-2021, ‘Away From You’ dates back to 2016. Never meant to be released, the final track offers the young-faced hope and security of first love. An abrupt shift to romantic optimism, but underscored by an echoing, beautiful if eerie nylon. Reminiscent of Vashti Bunyan with something of Sufjan Stevens’ ‘Carrie and Lowell’ glimmering within, too. This track is available to the TRUE fans who purchase the EP (but it'll likely show it's face on streaming platforms before long, too).

This little two track (with a "secret" bonus track (and a radio edit)) hints at more to come. For those who’ve attended Nika Mo shows across 2021-2022 and might be missing the band renditions of these particular tunes — never fear. There's more to surface in the near future, along with other unheard dregs from the deep.

credits

released June 30, 2022

Annika Moses — composition, recording, mixing
Tom Beech — bass on Stairs
Encoder Sound — mastering
Emma Daisy — photography, best person
Kendrick — most talented dog

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Nika Mo Perth, Australia

Making and performing on Whadjuk Noongar boodjar. Sovereignty was never ceded.

Melancholy-folk that makes the Perth mundane sound somewhat poetic.

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