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'American Coffee' by Jenny Hval is taken from new album 'Classic Objects', out now via 4AD. Listen to the album here: Lyrics: My mother came to the city at 21and had no choice but to drive to work. She said, “I cried in the car every day until I didn’t”. And when she had me, the midwife looked her in the eye and said: Poor baby, you’re so scared. I guess I was born anyway. What is a home but the place you’ll be dying? What is far away but places to lose yourself? Myself, I had the choice, I left for Northbridge, Fitzroy, Astoria, anywhere but home. I moved in with some nurses in Collingwood. They looked me in the eye and said: A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window. * Who would I have been if I’d never gone there? Who is she who faces her fears? I panic behind the wheel, I have sworn to drive again this year, I was taug
