Frances Whitney’s Still Have July arrives like a polaroid snapshot of a perfect summer day – vivid, nostalgic, and tinged with the knowledge that the moment can’t last forever.
This indie pop track, the third single from Whitney’s upcoming EP, blends vintage-inspired vocals with upbeat production to create the ideal soundtrack for a sun-soaked road trip.
Whitney’s voice brings a timeless quality to the track, her delivery infusing each lyric with palpable emotion.
When she sings “Oh, I miss every word that leaves your lips,” listeners are transported to their own memories of summer loves and almost-romances.
The production keeps pace with Whitney’s evocative lyrics, its uptempo rhythm mimicking the quickened heartbeat of new attraction.
It’s the kind of song that demands to be played with the car windows down, volume up, as you chase the horizon on a endless summer day.
Lyrically, Frances Whitney navigates the turbulent waters of a “will-they-won’t-they” romance with deft precision.
Lines like “Sharp glass, barefoot, bloodied up your nickname” paint vivid pictures of summer’s reckless abandon.
The chorus hooks you with its raw honesty: “Are you not impressed by the way I drive you away / So I don’t have to say what I don’t wanna say?” It’s a question that cuts to the heart of many a summer fling.
Frances Whitney cites Françoise Sagan’s novel Bonjour Tristesse as inspiration, and that literary influence shines through in the song’s narrative quality.
Each verse unfolds like a chapter in a well-thumbed paperback, filled with characters that feel startlingly familiar.
Still Have July bottles the peculiar alchemy of summer romance – the way time seems to stretch and compress, how every moment feels magnified.
Frances Whitney’s refrain of “we still have July” serves as both a promise and a countdown, encapsulating the bittersweet knowledge that even the most intense connections can be cooled by autumn’s approach.
Still Have July offers a life raft of relatability. It’s a reminder that sometimes the most beautiful things are those we can’t quite hold onto.
So roll down the windows, turn up the volume, and let Frances Whitney’s Still Have July be the soundtrack to your own summer story.
One thing is for sure, you’ll find yourself humming it long after the leaves have started to turn.
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Frances Whitney Still Have July Lyrics
Verse 1
Sharp glass, barefoot, bloodied up your nickname
Wet hair, tangled, swimming in the rain
Oh, I miss every word that leaves your lips
So I sit in silence multiplying every inch you give
Chorus
Please say I’m not in my head
Am I on your mind?
Are you not impressed by the way I drive you away
So I don’t have to say what I don’t wanna say?
Call a car, call spade, don’t call me a “friend”
Oh, I hurt you hurt me too, but we still have July
I want you want me too, just at different times
Verse 2
Try hard, play coy, laurel canyon fan boy
You’re not sly but you’re not mine
We’re choking on goodbye
Oh, I miss every word that leaves your lips
So I sit in silence multiplying every inch you give
Chorus
There’s no way it’s in my head
Am I on your mind?
Are you not impressed by the way I drive you away
So I don’t have to say what I don’t wanna say?
Call a car, call spade, don’t call me a “friend”
Oh, I hurt you hurt me too, but we still have July
I want you want me too, just at different times
Please say I’m not in my head
Am I on your mind?
Are you not impressed by the way I drive you away
So I don’t have to say what I don’t wanna say?
Call a car, call spade, I’m not just a friend:
In my head I’m on your mind
Are you not impressed by the way I drive you
away
’Til I make you say what I don’t wanna say?
Call a car, call a spade, I’m not just a “friend”
Oh, I hurt you hurt me too, but we still have July
I want you want me too, just at different times
But we still, but we still have July
We still have July
