It's called a heat wave Burning in my heart I can't keep from crying Tearing me apart This high blood pressure's got a hold on me I said this ain't the way love's supposed to be It's called a heat wave Burning in my heart I can't keep from crying Tearing me apart Whenever I'm with you Something inside starts burning and my hearts filled with fireīecome A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons! A heat wave evokes feelings of half-hearted acceptance at the thought of staying still and not doing anything and procrastinating on life (a common theme throughout Lindsey’s music). Alexander's Ragtime Band (The Original Soundtrack Recording) (1978) We're having a heat wave, A tropical heat wave, Label Hollywood Soundstage Interlude: Em7 F#m7, Bm7 (x2), Em7 F#m7, G6 A7, D Verse 3: ( D ) Em7 F#m7 Bm7 Sometimes I stare in space tears all over my face.
F G Am F G Am F G F G C C C C F G Sometimes I stare into space, Am Tears all over my face.ĭ G D G D G D G I can't keep from cry-ing D G D G D G, D G D It's tearing me a-part. She started a heat wave By letting her seat wave In such a way that The customers say that She certainly can can-can.Īlice Faye, Don Ameche, Ethel Merman, Jack Haley, Tyrone Power Sometimes all I think about is you Late nights in the middle of june Heat waves been faking me out Can’t make you happier nowį G I can't explain it, don't understand it, Am I ain't never felt like this before. Chorus 2: D G D G, D G It's like a heat-wave, D G D G D G Burning in my heart. “Heat Wave” is the second single off Snail Mail’s debut album ‘Heat Wave’ is a modern love song. It's an impressive formula for a debut, and one that succeeds whether listeners are tuning in more for the soundscape or more for the sentiment.Gee, her anatomy Makes the mercury Jump to ninety-three. That's due to not only her lyrics and impulsive style of melodic phrasing, but to the hazy quality of her guitar tones, and the wistful, subtly rich chord progressions that come across like complicated moods. Even the lusher, more driving tracks like "Pristine" and "Full Control" still feel intimate, though. That opens up space for spare keyboards and anxious rumination. One of a couple exceptions to that is the aforementioned "Let's Find an Out," which has especially light drums and percussion, in contrast to the crashing cymbals of certain other moments on the record. She's joined on most of the album by drums and bass, giving further texture and volume to her own forthright presence.
At the end of "Golden Dream," for instance, she rants "Stupid, stupid me" for a cathartic 30 seconds. When it does enter, her vulnerable vocal delivery, combined with vexed lyrics that are both confessional and observational in nature, often sounds like a private, handwritten letter that, once out of her system, she'll immediately crumple up and leave burning in an ashtray. Balancing dreamy, complex chords and seductive melodies on the instrument, songs like "Speaking Terms" and "Let's Find an Out" have the subtle effect of seeming to sing with accompaniment before her voice makes an entrance. While the guitar work is a focal point of her style in general, it regularly borders on mesmerizing on her full-length debut, 2018's Lush.
A near-life-long guitarist, she was taking lessons from Mary Timony ( Helium, Ex Hex) around the time she released her first Snail Mail EP as a 16-year-old in 2016. Singer, songwriter, and guitarist Lindsey Jordan was already a known entity in the Baltimore and D.C.