teaching temperament
perfection of the realm
i wake up in a camera
without speech, not speaking
i answer the buzzer bell
pass the butter back
i ask about your asking
i’m so happy to see
everything directly
after all these years
in pitch black my shadow’s exact
in pitch black my shadow’s exact
i sink into the steepest silence
to lose some part
of any part of you
to lose some part
of any part of you
well, i breathe behind a lock
spend ages horizontal
eyes flattened,
joy reaching a
boil
it seems we should
have known each other
sometimes i think about
the day we won’t
it’s a guess, that could add or subtract
a guess, that could add or subtract
the tears of things
fall all around you
teaching temperament
perfection of the realm
i wake up in a camera
without speech, not speaking
i answer the buzzer bell
pass the butter back
i ask about your asking
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023