asleep I hope to see you in another life or dream
a higher plane where people will to lower their esteem
and disregard such posturing that I could never fake
to make you feel I'm something more than a few lucky mistakes
and I know your divinity
it's as pure as eternity
when it constantly renews itself
through rebirth of its smaller cells
retaining wonder on a shelf named time
lost wisdom stored on the fringe of your mind
you never lend a page of your archive
weakness and discomfort calibrate our common being
and we miss the mark completely bridging spaces in between
delusions of self-worth but not flawed naked grace
I've waited for exceptions but I don't even work that way
I fear a long way to go yet
my body's mismatched pieces
in a puzzling environment,
to wear loud colors and cement
a piece within the throes of fashion
so you'll know the truth without ever asking
how learning to be lonely
takes a lot of practice
Recorded on the Grecian isle of Hydra, this is blissed-out psych pop with stacked falsetto harmonies and luscious arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2023
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022