wake up
push off the cold sheets
posh luck
live on a blue streak
always snowing these days
in no direction
just like home
confessing to be so small
in process, in time
to be the bouncing ball
of all the peaks and valleys
cliffs and shorelines
up and down, down and up
I want what's left of life
in shiny falling pieces from above
I want impressions
of this fleeting spell I mention
to console your heart with love
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