With your river flowing, the angel must be joking when he says ‘love is kind’.
Your strumpet clothing and magnetic blowing live enshrined in my mind.
The trumpet of loathing love and yet loving loving majestically combine.
I wonder if I’ll love you until Friday never comes or if I’ll ever call you ‘mine’.
There are those who see the G-d above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this.
There are those who see the G-d above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this.
Though I confide the absurd, I cloak my heart of hearts and I hide my hiding too.
I impart a liquored divide of blurred feeling for it resides in any evocation of you.
You woke me up and broke me down; those three words that I spoke are true.
You beautiful slut; you truthful nut, from your strut to tut to pokes of voodoo.
There are those who see the G-d above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this.
There are those who see the G-d above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this.
Wherever I am the same one is there; I swear without him I wouldn’t have a care.
You and them are beyond compare; you repair the air like a prayer rarer than rare.
They smoke incessantly and joke but never laugh and avert your glare.
From your hopeful horoscope of dope to kaleidoscope of nope, I’ll love you until I am nowhere.
There are those who see the G-d above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this.
There are those who see the G-d above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this.
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023