Beauty is for longing
Melancholy, like a stranger
Romance is for solitude
The brain works by similitude
Nothing wanted me to be losing you
And here at sunset I liked the view
The sky, the curtsy of the trees
The ribbon from the plane that democratically
Reflects the same sun as any cloud
Wisteria hysteria
Myrtle-Wyckoff area
Where should we bury ya?
Pretty as hell, Bristol Falls
Erode, deride your strength
It works by rote, it won't be changed
Faith is the word I'm looking for
Where the hell are ya?
Here, let me press you
And how could grandeur crumble you?
Pretty as hell, Bristol Falls
Where the hell are you?
Here, let me press you
The prolific drummer and producer, a veteran of the Philadelphia and Antwerp club scenes, proves his rhythmic mastery once again. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2024