We gripe about Pitchfork reviews (“I hope if we get a review there, it gets a 6.9”) and contemplate the endurance of U2 (“They’re one of the greatest bands in the world, that’s just what it is”). In a pastel pink coat and matching eyeshadow (paired with a striking blue mascara) her posture never wavers, her earthward gaze continually pensive.Īcross our winding hour-long conversation and the myriad topics we touch on, she glides between cheeky cracks and deadpan observations, all the while weaving her opinions in with her varied musical (and extramusical) interests. Yet though I continue to struggle with the cold, Sarah remains comfortable. Seattle’s weather takes a while to transform from the dour drizzle it’s famous for into something more akin to a California winter. It wouldn’t be surprising as a paraeducator for elementary-school students during the day, Sarah already dedicates a good deal of her time looking out for other people.Īs we talk about Antonioni and the circumstances surrounding their new record, the air continues to chill. Though I respond in the affirmative, she starts to unzip her coat almost reflexively, as if she were about to take it off and lend it to me. When Sarah notices, she immediately breaks from our discussion to ask, concernedly, if I’m okay. It seems I’ve wildly misplaced my judgement in clothing, blinded by my optimism for warmer weather ahead. The drink I ordered hours ago has long since cooled, and my fingers have begun to redden and itch as the damp air of the cloudy day seeps in through the windows. Roughly half an hour has passed since Sarah Pasillas arrived from up north to take the seat across from me, but I’ve been at this table working for much longer. Spring might be right around the corner, but even in a T-shirt and cotton flannel my shoulders still shake uncontrollably in the cafe. Or catch the bus.The Antonioni frontwoman discusses her band’s long-awaited debut LP and the challenges of being vulnerable to the power of your art. Well if you don't like my ride.you can walk. Where are your other three hubcaps? You have a tape deck? Where's the CD player? Take your bootleg, pimp ass to the dealership before you come see me I KNOW you don't expect me to ride in this piece of shit. I'm leaking oil yo I'm out, more freaks to getīut I still keep an alarm on that piece of shit No rims but I'm pulling every dame in sightīut you spill soda on the seats, you get punched for real Now she gotta ride a bike home or sleep on The Cycloneįorced to drive a hooptie so my game got tight The car hopping, gold digging broad she deserve it Picked up Margo, the chick is the sexiest I set a date for eight, looking good so farīut I only got the date cause I promised a carĪ baller on the side, the brother drive ice cream trucks Who owe me up the ass if I drive a fly car so Hey bitch I'm only walking cause my 'Lac in the shopĪnd I get's no love cause I'm driving a lemonĪnd in New York when you walk you can't get no attention Lying to these chicks when I'm back on the block That ain't Ludacris playing when I ride that's just what they say Girl give me the ass, I'm a star, I'm balling! So what I drive a piece of shit car, I'm balling! No gas cause my pocket's too slim to ball The sound of the engine scares the hoes away My ride specialize in vehicular homicides like Frogger Want the truth? My car should be abolished and shitįuck a car wash dawg, that's like polishing shit Rims only nine inches but I'm keeping 'em clean Hoes laugh at my ride so I'm treating 'em mean They say a fly ass ride pulls a chick a day The signal is broke, hood letting off smoke No pun intended, riding with me is a pain the assīut when I make a left turn, stick my hand out the window Last week I kicked a bitch out for laughing and stuffīut she looked so cold when she was catching the bus Headlights is broke, so I stay getting ticketsĬause I drive a piece of shit ride, but I stay getting bitchesīut lately, Baby and Puff done made it roughīut every time I hit a bump my shit cuts offĪnd my broad run her mouth when she ride with a brotherĬause I drown out Usher with the sound of the muffler Put your fingers on the knob, that's the only way you feeling the bass

No Benz, no Lex, I never heard of no Hummers

So I keep a boombox on the passenger seat It's a PimpmobileĪ cassette got stuck up in the deck last week Oh yeah! Special dedication to all the people out there who's car is a piece of shit.

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