I ran my inner through the lord
it was an olive earned
and in place was the lips of my other
I ran my bones right through your rilles
and in the morning nothing felt
But i could tell i was less like a child
You make the stoplights go out
they heal our slaving
I tacked up every little tomb
from the royal garden's bloom
and i pinned up the heat with an offer
You make the balcony shake
I peeled off all my phases
it's in my back
please stay
caught in a drift
this is a warning
I can be more than what you've found
when i was pulled out of his mouth
In the calm of your bathe in the water
She made you tuck in all your clothes
And you ran through the yard to show
That the men were as dull as the prospect
I watched the lines becoming light
and i swore that you saw me hide
In the back of the room on fire
Straddling the threshold between studio performance and digital technique; the NYC artist applies "fake jazz" principles to synthpop. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024