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For Esmé: Make A Sound

Make A Sound, the third single from For Esmé’s Sugar—out later this month—is a dark yet playfully seductive critique of the social comparison and image crafting so prevalent in our generation. Cloaked in danceable Spice Girl era sing-song hooks and a smooth 80s groove, Martha Meredith’s lyrics detail the pressure to share all your highest highs with the world at large. ‘The endless need in this industry, in this generation, to show everyone how great your life is, is exhausting. I catch myself feeling regret for not thinking to capture a special moment on camera, then catch myself, ‘why isn’t the moment itself enough?’’ …

For Esmé: Make A Sound

Poised between light and dark, nouveau and nostalgia—a rare mix of confession and confection—For Esmé is a celebration of life’s double edges. Fronted by Toronto’s Martha Meredith, Dave Thiel, and Nathan Crook, ‘Just Yet’ is the first single from our forthcoming record ‘Sugar’. ‘Sugar’ is an ode to self-discovery, an album for losing yourself to the beat, and for losing your inhibitions. It’s about being raw and asking for realness, being present in the moment, and ultimately, immeasurably open to joy.

For Esmé: Make A Sound

For Esmé: Make A Sound Lyrics:
If a tree falls in the woods
And no one is around
Doesn’t make a sound
And if I’m wrapped up in something good
But I forget to throw the proof down
Does it count, does it count, does it count?
Does it count, does it count, does it count?

(x2)
You’re chasing things that can’t be caught
Show them what you got
Show them what you got
Don’t show them what you’re not
Don’t show them what you’re not
Don’t show them what you’re not, don’t

If a tree falls in the woods
And no one is around
Doesn’t make a sound
And if I’m wrapped up in something good
But I forget to throw the proof down
Does it count, does it count, does it count?
Does it count, does it count, does it count?

(x2)
You’re chasing things that can’t be caught
Show them what you got
Show them what you got
Don’t show them what you’re not
Don’t show them what you’re not
Don’t show them what you’re not, don’t

Why I can’t lie, can’t run from the past
And you can’t hide, inside
Our house made of glass

If a tree falls in the woods
And no one is around
Doesn’t make a sound
And if I’m wrapped up in something good
But I forget to throw the proof down
Does it count, does it count, does it count?
Does it count, does it count, does it count?

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