Fueled with fiery punk ethos and uninhibited by mainstream social standards, IMANI COPPOLA’s newest track, the frenzied and raucous, “Lying To My Therapist“, ushers viewers through the darkest regions of her mind for a video evoking a cultlike exorcism of her psychological demons with a Charleston-inspired soundtrack, mixed with a clash-esque chorus, 50’s mod vocals, and an LES punk spirit. In the track she divulges self-destruction habits like not taking her meds and isolating herself from the outside world, where feared if she told to her therapist she’d likely be committed. “I began to withhold information to spare myself the scrutiny of analysis and in some cases the shame of repeating the same mistakes over and over and having to report to her about it every week,” explains Coppola. The track comes to a harrowing climax when she basically reads her own eulogy, “Here lies the body of a female in her 40’s / A New York City refugee deceased in North Woodholly / Survived by 5 cigarettes / In a pack of American spirits / Left her fortune to her cat and the duck.”
The video, on the other hand, is centered in ominous room lit only by candles from a ritualistic séance. “I just knew I’d play a possessed person,” explains Coppola. “So I watched The Exorcist a bunch and practiced flopping around in my bed for about a week beforehand, got a posse of friends to come through and participate. Ordered a few pizzas, got a few bottles of wine, choreographed a few basic things and got it done in 3 hours. Being possessed really takes a toll on your body but I remember feeling as if some inner demon was exorcised after that shoot.”
Coppola, a singer, violinist, songwriter, and producer who scored a Top 40 pop hit with her major label debut “Legend of a Cowgirl”, intends to wake everyone up with more music in the coming months – both conscientiously and musically. “I want them to feel shaken, moved, rattled, I want them to feel their own importance in life, I want them to hear their own voice more clearly in their hearts. I want them to be more in touch with their truth, I want them to be kinder to others, I want them to be kinder to themselves. I want them to know they are not alone. And if they think they’re crazy, they’re in a good place. It’s the ones who don’t think they’re crazy you gotta worry about.”
Imani Coppola’s “Lying To My Therapist” is available on all DSP’s Here:
https://smarturl.it/ImaniCoppola
“LYING TO MY THERAPIST” Lyrics
I’m lying to my therapist, lying to my therapist
She thinks I am an optimist
I think I need an exorcist
She thinks I’m out there dating
But I’m at home isolating
Withholding information
I don’t want no medication
She might commit me
She might commit me
She might commit me
She might commit me
I am in my comfort zone
When I am suffering alone
I may be a surly cunt
But I pay the consequence up front
Maybe I’m on the spectrum
I ain’t making no connections
I ain’t picking up on social cues
I ain’t laughing when I’m supposed to
She might commit me
She might commit me
She might commit me
She might commit me
Here lies the body of a female in her 40’s
A New York City refugee deceased in North Woodholly
Survived by 5 cigarettes
In a pack of American spirits
Left her fortune to her cat and the duck
She might commit me
She might commit me
(I gotta keep my mouth shut)
She might commit me
(Oh no)
She might commit me
(Oh yeah)
She might commit me
She might commit me
(I gotta keep that to myself)
She might commit me
She might commit me
(My brain my brain my brain)
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