Mr. Little Jeans (born Monica Birkenes) is a Norwegian born singer-songwriter based in London, England. Birkenes grew up in rural Grimstad, daughter of a ship-builder and secretary who discouraged television, so she performed in the town’s family-oriented plays and musical events. At 18, she moved to London and eventually signed to Neon Gold. In 2010, Birkenes released the Rescue Song and Angel EP. Her album debut, Pocketknife, was released by Harvest in 2014 to favorable reviews. Read Full BioMr. Little Jeans (born Monica Birkenes) is a Norwegian born singer-songwriter based in London, England. Birkenes grew up in rural Grimstad, daughter of a ship-builder and secretary who discouraged television, so she performed in the town’s family-oriented plays and musical events. At 18, she moved to London and eventually signed to Neon Gold. In 2010, Birkenes released the Rescue Song and Angel EP. Her album debut, Pocketknife, was released by Harvest in 2014 to favorable reviews.
Her pseudonym comes from Kumar Pallana's character in Wes Anderson's "Rushmore."
Her pseudonym comes from Kumar Pallana's character in Wes Anderson's "Rushmore."
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Mr. Little Jeans Lyrics
In the Suburbs I
I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys, we're leaving
You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd be fightin' in the suburban war
Your part of town against mine I saw you standing on the opposite shore
But by the time the first bombs fell we were already bored
We were
Already
Already
Bored
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling, again
Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams we're still screamin and runnin' through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally Fall
Nothin' at all
It meant nothin'
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling, and into the night
So can you understand
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young?
I want to hold her hand
Show her some beauty, before the damage is done
But if it's too much to ask
If it's too much to ask
Then send me a son
Under the overpass
In the parking lot I'm still waiting
It's already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
'Cause it's Already past
Already past
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling, again
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling, again
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Jeremy Gara, Regine Chassagne, Richard R Parry, Tin Kingsbury, William Butler, Win Butler
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Abigale Contreras
Why is this so under recognized?? This is amazing and EXTREMELY UNDERRATED
Super Sport Six
@aaron wolfe listening again now
aaron wolfe
You knew about this song or just found it when you made this comment? Cause yes you are right but if you just found it 6 months ago then that makes me happy people still getting into this i kinda feel like people fell out of thus style of music
Super Sport Six
Love this
De Bo
Downhill skateboarding brought me here
You GNAR!
Alps runs for days bois
Lord Fader
hey me too
Steven
Me too! But I found that video like 5 years ago, haha!
NostalgiCrazy
Strong 2011 memories for me. Can we just go back? 😢
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Corona Crew