Clouds are falling out of the sky,
We are dreaming alone at night
In a watercolor bathed in light from the fire keeping us alive,
There's a palace down in the sea,
Pearly gates and coral green,
Where we hid and tithed, we laid and cried, by the fire keeping us alive,
Auras surrounding everything,
chanting hymns and burning things,
with flashlight eyes and dirty minds and things that keep us up at night,
Holes are swallowing everything,
there is air under my feet,
cause heaven is a place you see when you learn to see through everything
So my love, I'll never know your name,
Getting old, you almost forget the pain,
Brick and mud up to my knees,
They made off with everything,
I told them once, I told them twice that they'd become what they despise,
Sometimes I can hear them sing,
from the well under the trees,
They've digitized their very minds, the ten of cups is what's their prize
So my love, I'll never know your name,
Getting old, you almost forget the pain,
As we fly, we look down on everyone,
So far gone, And I guess we're the only ones
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