The black tree told me
It was on a orchid morning
and the moon was standing still
Wildly beating up to a pulp
Like a swansong coming to a dirge
The black tree told me
and the moon was standing still
dug up from the past
on a silver fox
speaking with no sound
five meanings at once
with a glass of water
she just came across
magic illuminations
starting with her neck
it was a bushy dream
all comes to an end
never saw her again
pass by til we pass out
tear up time
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