She's got ten years to every one of mine
And as her hair falls in her face
I think about
The first time that the waves swallowed her voice
I know that she can sing
Something without vocal chords
She's Joyce's wife in every way but three
And her dark red dress speaks poetry
To me
Let's lay here for a year or two
I think we should maybe
The skin on her chest undulates
Waves of blue and green
She walks on water
The ash on my left breast begins to fade
She laughs and calls it all into the ground
She sings the sea and I forget to breath
And her dark red dress speaks poetry
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