You're centered to what you borrowed from me
And in a truce you do borrow from me
Am i becoming who i thought i saw in the mirror all of those years ago?
cause when you monkey from my ribs, i'm a deer
and then i monk the bumps
Can I be a wreck and can i be young?
Raise your seam and show the sleet on it
The little bit of paint was just the back room leaned on
You laughed and i fit and fit off
man pulled me from my shoes
and took me to the place where my molars were formed
and i tampered with them
riding on the bull's back
knotting her legs
those bends in the light were perfect motion
I was larger than it, trying to live in it
yielded letters to periods
it was swan-centric water
baby said
'I've never hung from the ceiling for anyone'
i whispered to you that i travel like the sun
i put my arm in your sleeve and felt nothing
you put yours in mine and pulled out a ring
i woke up finally and my body had been shaven
and then i monk the bumps
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