We are sure that there's no one else
Who could play in our mysterious game
Even I stop and start while listening to
The voices of the choices from the young part
Of my heart
Samara,
We come from the same seed
Fruit of a poem that you brush upon my long teeth
You let the wind shape this home and our wings
I feel I don't know so let's just be
I sit and I watch as you swing
Underneath my old elm tree
I can see us as we blend in with the leaves
No mirage just autumn's camouflage
You tell me that there's a spirit that we can only sense
It guides our flight keeping us side by side
I sit and I watch the red bats that are tied with silver string
I sit and I watch as you swing
Underneath my old elm tree
I sit and I watch the red bats that are tied with silver string.
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