The Music Industry is Poisonous

by LUCY

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Angel Netcode 10/10 album from lucyboy its fucking perfect makes me lose my mind. some of the best lyricism i've ever heard, hooks literally no one else could write. every single line and note is ingeniously arranged and assembled and written. god tier Favorite track: Turn Page.

Sungo_the_chipmunk Cooper brought the jams. Favorite track: Turn Page.

edgygoof hypnotic singing over dope beats Favorite track: Rock, The.

Justin So playful, that when the morbid and philosophical lines stop you deep in your tracks, you know it's not the same thing that your mama was on. Favorite track: Believe.

anvilsmasherslikemusic lucy makes music that strikes you directly in the heart like no other on a deeply human level. f*ck the rolling stones and the beatles and the man, cooper b handy is the truth. Favorite track: Rock, The.

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1.	Standing Room Only 02:24	lyrics	buy track
Don’t say you’re gonna do it if you won’t And I won’t tell you that I feel it if I don’t Body relaxes Mind relaxes I just packed a bag to Test my reflexes out No biz like showbiz You got a problem I don’t know what that is But I won’t tell you that I see it if I don’t Now I’m sinking to the bottom like a stone Body relaxes Mind reacted I just packed a bag to Test my reflexes out No biz like showbiz I got a problem I don’t know what that is Will they save me a seat in heaven If I do the right things? It’s standing room only in the clouds where they sing Pass the ball to someone Who can make the bell ring Remember, remember that it’s only a thing Do they save you a seat in heaven If you do the right things? It’s standing room only in the clouds that they bring Pass the ball to someone Who can make the bell ring Remember, remember that it’s only a thing
2.	Turn Page 02:10	lyrics	buy track
Yeah I don’t trust the man I don’t understand Cooking with my arms Burn the on the pan Try to cool it off I cut it on the fan Water to a glass Coming from a can And the beat won’t stop So surprising ya I feel so shocked right now Special music ya it feels so pop I can’t forget about a thing ‘cause it’s nonstop My first Grade teacher was Mister O My second grade teacher was Miss M Third grade teacher was Miss W Fourth grade teacher was Miss M Fifth grade teacher was Miss K Sixth grade teacher was Miss H Now watch me turn the page At the rest stop Where I get gas On the mass pike I feel jet lagged Like dynamite You get sad Like dynamite You get glad Like a candle light Never gets bad All the crazy times That I don’t regret Like a memory In a yellow haze Same person different time Heart beats the same Now the beat won’t stop So surprising ya I feel so shocked right now Special music ya it feels so pop I can’t forget about a thing ‘cause it’s nonstop My first Grade teacher was Mr. O My second grade teacher was Miss M Third grade teacher was Miss W Fourth grade teacher was Miss M Fifth grade teacher was Miss K Sixth grade teacher was Miss H Now watch me turn the page
3.	Believe 01:39	lyrics	buy track
Now it’s really scary Like medication or the military Like meditation If you really believe You’d shut the fuck up If you really believe This one’s too scary Like meditation in the military Get the engine to run For the kamikaze I don’t know what is done But I really believe No Da dada da da dada da I ain’t fucking around And now They’re really on to something Like medication or a dominant gene Like a child of god Born with a disease You can do it for fun If you can do it for free And if they do it to me A long medicine run The way they do on TV A child of god Do you really love me? I would shut the fuck up If I really believed If I really believe If I really believe If I really believe
4.	Hot Town 01:16	lyrics	buy track
O me o my Feel so steady when I use my mind The type of loving that’s hard to find Like a silverware fetish at the scene of a crime Hot town Summer in the air Back of my body in a musical chair I like it up there Might tie myself to it now I won’t care Hey teacher Please be kind Feels unsteady when I lose my mind Getting ready in the evening time This is not the type of love that you can leave behind And the beat won’t stop When there’s something at the bottom and there’s something at the top Another day on the rock A day in the pocket, a day in the sock O me o my Feel rocksteady when I use my mind The type of loving that’s one of a kind I got the notion, no need to lie Hot town Summer in the air Back of my body in a musical chair I like it up there Might tie myself to it now I won’t care
5.	Times They Are Achanging 01:07	lyrics	buy track
Save it for a Sunday You know it’s been a long day I’m flying down the runway like a model I want to buy you something baby I want to be your plaything Dope boys they’re on the same thing It’s not the same thing that your mama was on It’s not the same thing that your father was on I like to save it for a Sunday I know it’s been a long day I’m flying down the runway like a model I wanna see you someday baby Are you intimidated? I want to know if we’re related It’s not the same thing that your mother was on And no it’s not the same thing that your father was on
6.	Rock, The 01:28	lyrics	buy track
He met me on the boulevard I wasn’t even crying hard The rain and all the falling leaves I feel them coming onto me Lord of the flies in the start A total eclipse of the heart I feel like I’m falling apart I feel like I’ve won You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock Get the heck away from me Be careful what you say to me You used to want to play with me And now you want none Lord of the flies in the trash I just drank a tank of gas The earth I just want it to last I’ve only got one You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock You’ve got the rock
7.	Like a Weakness 01:22	lyrics	buy track
Bad boy lifestyle Might not make it Life gave me lemons And all I did was take it Growing up Been a great kid Rose colored lens Don’t break it They say the first cut is the deepest (why?) I don’t believe it Now I’m on a dinner date They wanna cut me open like a weakness Bad boy lifestyle Might not make it Life gave me lemons And all I did was take it Growing up Been a great kid Rose colored lens Don’t break it They say the first cut is the deepest (why?) I don’t believe it Now I’m on a dinner date They wanna cut me open like a weakness Bad boy lifestyle Might not make it Life gave me lemons And all I did was take it Growing up Been a great kid Rose colored lens Don’t break it They say the first cut is the deepest (why?) I don’t believe it Now I’m on a dinner date They wanna cut me open like a weakness
8.	So Good in Morning 02:33	lyrics	buy track
Wait Hey, hey, hey, hey OK So good in the morning So bad at night So good in the morning So bad at night Feel so good in the morning I feel so bad at night Look so good in the morning I look so bad at night Broken collar blade Got a couple things that I don’t need so say A whole deck of cards that I don’t need to play And now I want to live inside the wall All people are dead All you can see and you can see it all day The therapist talks and the children go play Fuck The Rolling Stones and the Beatles and the man I’m like Billy Idol You can be my Stan I was in a movie Sipping on a can Early in the morning yeah it hurts my teeth I feel so full but I’m never gonna eat Wait Hey, hey, hey, hey OK One, two, three, four So good in the morning So bad at night So good in the morning So bad at night Feel so good in the morning I feel so bad at night Look so good in the morning I look so bad at night I don’t play I don’t care how much these people get paid We are all the same We both love the game And now I wanna live inside the wall It’s all day Who’s at the casino That’s the ace of spades On the radio Casey Musgraves You know I start to cry when I hear Shania Twain I’m like Billy Idol You can be my Stan I was in a movie Sipping on a can Early in the morning yeah it hurts my teeth I feel so full but I’m never gonna eat So bad at night So good in the morning So bad at night So good in the morning So bad at night I feel so good in the morning I feel so bad at night Look so good in the morning I look so bad at night
9.	Lucky Stars 02:07	lyrics	buy track
I cannot hear a thing Some days I hear the angels sing Some days I cannot feel the rain Some days I cannot feel a thing I feel lucky How about that? Fly away home sick never come back Out the front door Wait They don’t love me like I love me It’s a shame When it’s done for All the same I got lucky stars above me Think about the pain And then I cannot feel a thing And the wheel in the sky keeps on testing me I wonder what it’s gonna bring I study hard And I play the part Now listen up cause I wanna go far From the front door Wait They don’t love me like I love me It’s a shame When it’s done for All the same I got lucky stars above me You know what? Some days I’ve had enough I wonder if it’s pure Gotta figure that it’s cut Step back cause I love the fact I look at my reflection And I might be trapped At the front door Wait They don’t love me like I love me It’s a shame When it’s done for All the same I got lucky stars above me Cherish the day Sometimes I waste it all away I look into the clouds I say “how are you?” You know I wonder what you’d say No answer No answer The wind is a dancer and it’s taken you back To the front door Wait They don’t love me like I love me It’s a shame When it’s done for All the same I got lucky stars above me

about

While still in high school, Cooper Handy, of Cape Cod, Massachusetts, started a Facebook page called “lucy” for the sake of anonymity in sharing his music. Most of what appeared here was distant from what “Lucy” would come to represent in the years since, but it was a fitting, could-only-exist-online start for a project that would soon be turning heads. As Lucy, lucy, LUCY, lucyboy, or L U C Y (depending on where you listen) Handy has picked and chosen elements from a wide array of genres to make a sound that is at once ‘outsider’ and unpretentious. The result is exciting, raw, and triumphant music from an artist who has made a career of producing & self- releasing videos and music, unpolished & posted in near-real time.

The plainspokenness of Lucy’s lyrics and the unassuming character of his production inspire a curiosity in his fans and first-time listeners alike—as, despite this straightforwardness, there is undeniably something else going on. Handy is an enigma without the cold-shoulder of mystique. His lyrics spin the sense out of common sense while remaining frank and conversational—his instrumentation clips and distorts but keeps sight of itself as if being a four-piece band. Lucy performs a playfully romantic take on pop music, singing, “too smart to argue or to judge, you know me, I only want to love” (2016), or, “match made in heaven, strike anywhere match” (2017). His music may come out of left field, but it is also immediately familiar. It is the best result of mixing artistic ingenuity with down-to-earth deftness.

When asked about his musical background, Handy remembers loving the perceived ‘authenticity’ of early-aughts pop-punk (an interest that traces back to an earlier infatuation with The Clash). This fandom made him realize that he, too, could make music. Since moving from home on the Cape to Hadley, Massachusetts, the practice of music-making has shared with these early influences the pursuit of authenticity and the embrace of the pop-song form. The lessons gleaned from his tastes in earlier years were a humbling realism and a commitment to heartfelt communication. However, as with most of his musical influences, Handy incorporates the feeling and the culture of any given music without hijacking its timbres or other typical signifiers of genre. This keeps his performance grounded and accessible while his material is wildly creative and often experimental.

Since Handy is hesitant to bring up influences—primarily out of concern for forever being tied-down to a short list that might make sense in one moment but not in the next—he does his best to remain vague, compact, and (respectfully) unquotable: Motown/Elliott Smith/Odyshape/Tippa Irie.

good luck tonight my viewers

love,
unity,
communication,
yes?

credits

released May 7, 2021

All songs performed & produced by Lucy
Written by Cooper B Handy
Vocal engineering by Jesse Paller & Sasha Stroud
Assistant mix engineering by Tom Moore
Mastered by Sarah Register

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