Losing weight for you it feels so good to love again. The spectre in the skeptic fades to blue or becomes a friend. Hope in breathing lost its form before the bullet flew, wishing for a place or time to find myself like you. Cover your body in ash and relax, all the simple things perish in this-ness and wax. Losing sleep for you, it feels so good to touch again. The serotonin sunset hole reminds means are just ends. Heavy breathing i’m now beast the animal rinsed true, morphing up my ego, body, id, to something like you. The body is dormant while light is in lover, sublimation of peace engaged with the other.
Artful outsider post-pop with a lot of noise and a touch of jangle from one of Denver’s most forward-thinking musical projects. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2016