Tall Order
Linying
Linying is back with the first single of her second act, Tall Order. Over her trademark blend of poignant, introspective electronic-folk pop, tinged with churning, trip-hop-esque production, Tall Order finds the rising star unraveling as she turns the focus inward on her own past behaviour.
“The song is about seeing yourself deteriorate,” Linying says. “It’s like being half-asleep and half-assing everything for a long time, and all of a sudden waking up.”
“Tall Order was me realizing that about myself. I wondered if I was struggling with the menial things because it was all I’d been tasked with; that maybe if I was given a higher purpose, taller of an order, I’d be able to prove myself better.”
The self-directed music video follows Linying across a series of tantrums that culminate in her eventual breakdown. “With this video, I tried to put into a visual language what it feels like to be deeply dissatisfied with yourself. All the nights out spent avoiding addressing the issue, obsessing over the plates at a party and throwing a fit just because one thing doesn’t go your way. At some point you just start seeing yourself acting like a child, throwing a ridiculous tantrum.”
[Verse 1]
Back then it was a riot, lighting mercy in your soul
A courtesy while tired of yourself and who you know
But now that I’m just as bad, I’m telling two times as many lies
A salve made of my saving I now can’t look in the eye
But they keep coming, and I’m half a year away; sometimes it’s something
[Chorus]
Hey, make me covered in colour so I can start looking the same
Give me taller of an order so I can feel giving again
Take me farther and farther and find me something to say
[Verse 2]
Come awake in England, I’m not your friend
I’m not a miracle and I’m not the end
Now with your candid disposition, you’ll get you off the hook
While anything in a pitiful position and I don’t know where to look
So now i’m running, and I give it different names; most times it’s nothing
[Chorus]
Ah, make me covered in colour so I can start looking the same
Give me taller of an order so I can feel giving again
Take me farther and farther and find me something to say
[Verse 3]
Cause everybody knows now, what a spoiled slate
What a sweet thinker that you’re devastating
Who can’t stop complaining, who won’t give a goddamn gift
Until she’s given something so sickened that it can tell her how to live
[Chorus]
Make me covered in colour so I can start looking the same
Give me taller of an order so I can feel giving again
Take me farther and farther and find me something to say
