Sugar, I'm Tired
by Wetsuit
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Local Celebrity
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04:41
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Sugar
03:21
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I’ve wrapped myself
In a neat little bow
I’m a tiny present
For you to hold
I shave my legs but
The hair grows back
I’m a watercolor
I’m fading fast
Sugar, I’m tired
Come rest your eyes with me
You come you’re barking
Your eyes are wild
I won’t be bothered
I’ll get in line
I’m a ballerina
Spinning endlessly
Wanna be your shelter
What makes you breathe
Sugar, I’m tired
Come rest your eyes with me
Sugar, I’m tired
Come rest your eyes with me
Come for a while
Sugar, don’t tire of me
Come for a while
Sugar, don’t tire of me
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Clovers
03:47
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Cover me in roses
Find me when the bar closes
Stitch me back together
Paint me shades of blue
I’m only soft with you
You turn me into goo
Closer, closer
Pulling me under and over
Only clovers with you
Sparkling water flowing
Sleeping in the afternoon
I’m dreaming next to you
I’m jello running through
Closer, closer
Pulling me under and over
Only clovers
Pulling me under and over
I am coming home
With you
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Local Celebrity
04:41
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Thought I could be a lucky one
Thought I could try my hand at love
You are a gambler
Counting cards
Aces kings they dont mean a thing
Let’s pretend its a video game
You’re a bad habit
A movie star
Just keep counting
I’ll distract the security guards
Numbers, figures and plans won’t make me feel better
Rules and regulations won’t control your laughter
And I hear you laughing at me
Lost my scorecard over my head
Lost my jersey and my helmet
You were the star player on my team
Turns you you’re just a washed up local celebrity
Numbers, figures and plans won’t make me feel better
Rules and regulations won’t control your laughter
And I hear you laughing at me
I hear you laughing at me
On the dewy field I try to breathe
Numbers, figures and plans won’t make me feel better
Thought I could count on you but it’s not adding up, dear
Do you feel sorry for me?
Guess I feel sorry for me
Gonna take some time before I can breathe
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Clean Coming
04:00
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Clean coming
Seasons changing
Patiently waiting for you
Why can’t I be happy all the time?
Shine a light in your eyes
Come through
I leave it all behind
Never change my mind
I want what I want
But it’s coming undone
Clean coming
Dream carefully
I can’t be just a dream to you
I leave it all behind
Never change my mind
I want what I want
I lean on your shoulder
And you smell like the summer
And we go back to your apartment
Tell me what you want
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Ghost
02:35
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You wanna confide in me
I want you to lie to me
You saw something live in me
I saw something die in me
Said that you saw a life with me
I say that you’re just lonely
You saw a love transpiring
I saw a bomb igniting
I wanna be your ghost
x
I wanna be your ghost
Said all you want is honesty
Yes I let our love atrophy
I take responsibility
I couldn’t love you eventually
I wanna be your ghost
I’ll be your ghost
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Polka Dots
05:26
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Tell me I’m the only one
Take a bite of the plum
Squeeze it out dripping down
Tell me I’m ephemeral
Say it to me
I’m your only
You’re running through me
You’re running through me, honey
Throw the stick throw the ball
Throw spaghetti at the wall
Rolling tights over my thighs
Let's go out like a street light
Say it to me
I’m your only
You’re running through me
You’re running through me, honey
Running through me, honey
Rearrange the furniture
The polka dots on my comforter
Hear the mice they are circling
In the walls while you’re holding me
And I’m cracking open
And I can feel it coming
I can feel it coming, honey
Say it to me
I’m your only
You’re running through me
You’re running through me, honey
Running through me, honey
You’re gonna swallow me
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Twiggy
05:07
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Hold onto all your leaves
Already have a hold on me
So scary but underneath
I’ll carry you to the beach
I’ll braid you into me
I’ll bake you bread, pour your coffee
I’ll call you Twiggy
When really you are a tree
Johanna I wanna carry you home
Turn something ordinary
Awash in color, make it free
I’ll call you Twiggy
When really you are a tree
Johanna I wanna carry you home
You make the city feel so small
Girl from Kentucky conquered it all
I wanna meet you at the bar
Where the bartender knows who you are
Ride to the last stop on the train
Meet you at Coney at the parade
Sea full of mermaids you’re the only one
Swim in the dirty ocean
You’re the ocean
Johanna I wanna carry you home
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about
Sugar, I’m Tired (8/17/23, Substitute Scene Records) is the debut album from Brooklyn-based indie rock band Wetsuit, the project of songwriter, vocalist, and guitarist Allison Becker, accompanied by guitarist Anders Nils, bassist Paul DeSilva, and drummer Stephen Cadieux.
In a quarantine origin story, Becker was stuck at her parents’ midwestern home in March 2020 when she pulled her abandoned Squier strat out of the closet. With a desperate need for emotional release as a 30 year old unexpectedly living with her parents again, combined with some Zoom guitar lessons, Becker began writing songs for the first time. Becker returned to Brooklyn after a summer spent writing songs on the floor of her childhood bedroom, armed with the beginnings of Sugar, I’m Tired. Back in Brooklyn she assembled a band, collaborating with Nils, DeSilva and Cadieux to turn her DIY compositions into a true rock outfit. Wetsuit became friendly faces in the Brooklyn indie scene, playing shows nonstop around New York City starting in the fall of 2021.
Wetsuit’s songs build with longing, never losing the purity of Becker’s bedroom-songwriting within the crashing and surfy echo of her bandmates’ backdrop. Becker’s dynamic voice of tenderness and passion takes notes from a teenagehood of listening to Regina Spektor in the indie kid aughts, and moving towards crispy country ranges of contemporary poet-songster, Adrianne Lenker. With Becker’s folksy vocals in contrast, Nils’ lead guitar compliments the vocal melodies almost as if it’s a second vocalist in the band. Wetsuit’s blending of genres shows appreciation for shoegazey blissed-out moods and the ballad song structures of 90s alternative.
Like turning the scrawled pages of a diary, Sugar, I’m Tired confronts old lovers and desires of the past. Some songs’ lyrics come straight from Becker’s poems about her lived experiences with heartbreak and love, against the reality of New York City streets and smells. The first track “Sugar” exhibits the exhaustion of performing femininity for men’s expectations, with a churning chorus that gives the album its name. Becker’s voice dances around as the ballerina in a neat bow she tries to be, yet the whooshing and slamming instrumentals come through, the hair on her legs growing back. In Wetsuit’s narratives, sincerity always wins.
“Clovers” surges the simplicity of a two-chord love song and the power of laying in bed with the one you love in the afternoon. The lush sounds imitate a release of closeness and contentment. Wetsuit’s songs often juxtaposes dreamlike elements with mundane city life: turning into jello in a grassy field, walking home together after the bars... more
In a quarantine origin story, Becker was stuck at her parents’ midwestern home in March 2020 when she pulled her abandoned Squier strat out of the closet. With a desperate need for emotional release as a 30 year old unexpectedly living with her parents again, combined with some Zoom guitar lessons, Becker began writing songs for the first time. Becker returned to Brooklyn after a summer spent writing songs on the floor of her childhood bedroom, armed with the beginnings of Sugar, I’m Tired. Back in Brooklyn she assembled a band, collaborating with Nils, DeSilva and Cadieux to turn her DIY compositions into a true rock outfit. Wetsuit became friendly faces in the Brooklyn indie scene, playing shows nonstop around New York City starting in the fall of 2021.
Wetsuit’s songs build with longing, never losing the purity of Becker’s bedroom-songwriting within the crashing and surfy echo of her bandmates’ backdrop. Becker’s dynamic voice of tenderness and passion takes notes from a teenagehood of listening to Regina Spektor in the indie kid aughts, and moving towards crispy country ranges of contemporary poet-songster, Adrianne Lenker. With Becker’s folksy vocals in contrast, Nils’ lead guitar compliments the vocal melodies almost as if it’s a second vocalist in the band. Wetsuit’s blending of genres shows appreciation for shoegazey blissed-out moods and the ballad song structures of 90s alternative.
Like turning the scrawled pages of a diary, Sugar, I’m Tired confronts old lovers and desires of the past. Some songs’ lyrics come straight from Becker’s poems about her lived experiences with heartbreak and love, against the reality of New York City streets and smells. The first track “Sugar” exhibits the exhaustion of performing femininity for men’s expectations, with a churning chorus that gives the album its name. Becker’s voice dances around as the ballerina in a neat bow she tries to be, yet the whooshing and slamming instrumentals come through, the hair on her legs growing back. In Wetsuit’s narratives, sincerity always wins.
“Clovers” surges the simplicity of a two-chord love song and the power of laying in bed with the one you love in the afternoon. The lush sounds imitate a release of closeness and contentment. Wetsuit’s songs often juxtaposes dreamlike elements with mundane city life: turning into jello in a grassy field, walking home together after the bars... more
credits
released August 17, 2023
Allison Becker: Vocals, Guitar, Lyrics
Anders Nils: Lead Guitar
Paul DeSilva: Bass
Stephen Cadieux: Drums
Recording Engineer: Digo Best
Mixing Engineer: Digo Best
Mastering Engineer: Jennica Best
Recorded at Virtue and Vice Studios and Tessatura Studio, Summer 2022, New York City
Allison Becker: Vocals, Guitar, Lyrics
Anders Nils: Lead Guitar
Paul DeSilva: Bass
Stephen Cadieux: Drums
Recording Engineer: Digo Best
Mixing Engineer: Digo Best
Mastering Engineer: Jennica Best
Recorded at Virtue and Vice Studios and Tessatura Studio, Summer 2022, New York City
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Wetsuit Brooklyn, New York
brooklyn-based, water-based indie rock.
Allison, Anders, Tess & Paul <3
wetsuitnyc@gmail.com
discography
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Aug 2023 -
Nov 2021
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