Sylvan Esso are extraordinary. A year ago the North Carolina duo—made up of Amelia Meath and Nicholas Sanborn—dropped "Hey Mami" on soundcloud. The layered melodies were plush, the instrumentation pleasingly spare, with Amelia's vocal acrobatics key to their appeal. And then there was that synth drop at the midway point. It was the first taste of Sylvan Esso and it had everyone with ears hooked.
Recently the duo joined us on a Brooklyn rooftop with a four-piece horn section (and a dude playing a wine bottle) for a never before performed acoustic version of "Hey Mami" which is both stripped back and souped up. Plus Amelia confessed the inspiration behind the song involved an unfortunate encounter with an oversexed cat-calling asshole. vice
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
She walking so fast, she walking so fast, she walking so fast
Oh our lady she don't know how she go
She walking so fast, she walking so fast, she walk like a babe, hey
Her image it lasts and I know
She floats along as she goes
She owns the eyes as she flies right through the sound
Moving her body all around town
Hey, hey mami, hey, hey mami
I know what you want, I know what you want, I know what you want
Sooner or later the dudes at bodegas will hold their lips and own this shit
Curlin their toes on a shivery tip
But out here oh she don't know the gravity she owns
As she pulls on the eyeballs of all the kids standing tall
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
She walking so fast, she walking so fast, she walking so fast
Oh our lady she don't know how she go
She walking so fast, she walking so fast, she walk like a babe, hey
Look at that ass and I know
She floats along as she goes
She owns the eyes as she flies right through the sound
Moving her body all around town
Hey, hey mami, hey, hey mami
I know what you want, I know what you want, I know what you want
Sooner or later the dudes at bodegas will hold their lips and own this shit
Curlin their toes on a shivery tip
But out here oh she don't know the gravity she owns
As she pulls on the eyeballs of all the kids standing tall
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