Ghosts in bags and the things that you choose
Carrying things that you wanted to loose
and its "come on come on" there's colours in the sky
come on come on, theres patterns in the sky
North is south and the sun is the moon
Deja Vu and it's happening soon
and its "come on come on" there's something in the fog,
come on, come on, there is nothing in the fog.
Fingers like twigs hold the fires that spark,
way off the map of the path in the dark,
and its "you can do this" anythings a home,
you can do this, everyones alone, in the night
when the moon is so clean and bright
and the dogs howl "it wasnt right"
I lost my line and I lost my way and i lost my trail and I lost my money,
I lost my way and I lost my mind but I found my trail and I found my money.
The L.A. producer buttresses euphoric, digitized soprano vocal melodies with stuttering house beats and militant drum loops. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2024
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