Yeah, I’m pretty sure that the world’s about to end. My dog’s afraid of squirrels, they will leave her skeleton in a furry cloud of tails that twirl as black tornadoes spin. Yes, I’m completely certain that the world’s about to end. A man leans on the wrong button in a stupid accident, then we’re all plus-size models, but only as silhouettes. It’s true, I have no doubt the world is ending this weekend. A meteor hits the earth and brings the dinosaurs back again, and the tree house isn’t safe anymore. There’s only one place that is, there, on the merry-go-round. And hey, no one asked you to leave. Oh, what a relief it is to be wrong when sincerity’s replaced with shame. Black hole, eye of storm, eye of animal untamed. I’ve never believed in something so strong the wind wouldn’t blow it away. Black shore, bloody fish staring beautiful and strange. I wanna believe in something so strong smashing waves wouldn’t wash it away. Black eye, bloody sky bleeding freezing drops of rain. I wanna believe in something so strong all the dark couldn’t hide it away. Black teeth, bloody mouth seeking something nice to say. So part your lips, open your mouth. Watch the fireflies come flying out. See swirling lights out in the open. The greatest shame is never hoping. So part your lips, open your mouth, watch the fireflies come flying out. You always thought that they’d be locusts. You always thought the plague. You always kept your focus in the darkest place.
The new beat tape from this Baltimore artist is slyly hallucinogenic, stretching tones out to ghostly shapes atop juddering drums. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 24, 2022