and of all the rumors that we've been sent on
there's only one rhyme this kid can ride on
half of all my thoughts come from loneliness
the other half dangle in my throat
'cuz where we've rode on
and the sand that sticks
is half curiosity
and the other meaningless
i've been alive on a broken path
i've seen the stink rise from my friends
and now it's time to take a trip
and when it's done take a bath
'cuz of all the roads
that the brain seems to stick on
and the angry lost souls
stickin' on and bringin' on
tears and my loneliness
sad coming forth in this
stickin' to my loneliness
trees that the leaves fall from
and the page rolls on
and all my thoughts are comin' on
and the breath of air and the lights
and the city movements and the high kites
and the comin' alive and the feelin' alright
and the breath of the air
makes the window feel open
and i gotta believe
i'm where i've been goin'
Sparkling synthpop with an emphasis on high-wattage chords and the kind of melodies that burrow themselves deep in the brain. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2023