Between its fireball of gilded riffs and heated synths, KAYE delves into an upbringing that demonized rock, and kept her in church camp. But that all changed when she got her first taste of what her parents knew to be the devil’s music.
On “Neon God,” KAYE cracks those early molds, and revels in the...
My god's made of neon
Flickering after hours
Someday, I'm gonna be one
So, I drive to the desert's mouth
Meet me there
Peroxide hair
Flower crowns
A thousand hands in prayer
Wild eyed, we lose our minds
And I'm a believer
I let her wash over me
When I close my eyelids
All I see is tangerine
I saw the neon god, and oh-oh
You made a believer
A beliеver out of me
In your church I'm so high (So high)
I can be who you want mе to be
Seventeen for all of time
Now, I'm a believer
There on the pulpit
She's gyrated, she's golden
Shrieking girls, and glitter lift
Their bibles of their phones
What does it mean that I want to be her?
I used to write without a reason
Is it for truth?
Is it for ego?
Is it for fame?
Is it for freedom?
(Whatever it is, I know that I need it)
When I close my eyelids
All I see is tangerine
I saw the neon god, and oh-oh
You made a believer
A believer out of me
In your church I'm so high (So high)
I can be who you want me to be
Seventeen for all of time
Now, I'm a believer
When I close my eyelids
All I see is tangerine
I saw the neon god, and oh-oh
In your church I'm wild eyed
Now that I know what I have to be
Can you bring me back to life?
And make a believer
A believer out of me