bus rides, cracked paperbacks.
all sidelines, no arrogance,
no galaxies to play around in.
never mind my resonance,
never mind my emptiness;
I’m more than ready to grow.
and I’m running towards the sound like oh-eyo-eyo,
and it blooms on me, and I’m ready to grow.
just running towards the sound like oh-eyo-eyo,
never mind that I’ve never been farther from gold.
up and down, up and down,
never forward, just around.
but now it’s springtime for my soul.
everything, everything, everything to the sound.
everything, everything, everything goes.
everything, everything comes alive
when faced with a reason to grow.
and everybody, everybody needs a friend,
nobody’s good at growing alone.
I could do so much more with your hands,
than I ever could on my own.
so never mind my resonance,
never mind my emptiness;
I’m more than ready to grow.
and I’m running towards the sound like oh-eyo-eyo,
and it blooms on me, and I’m ready to grow.
just running towards the sound like oh-eyo-eyo,
never mind that I’ve never been farther from gold.
up and down, up and down,
never forward, just around.
but now it’s springtime for my soul.
up and down, up and down,
never forward, just around.
but now it’s springtime for my soul.
I make a somewhat messy chimera of bedroom pop/chamber pop/alternative/folktronica. Hope it makes you feel something. I also make music with my sibling under the name Charlemagne's Angels, check us out!
her ethereal and yet earthy voice, the muted piano, and the soft beats put one in mind of a woodland sprite wandering through a dark forest. this is dark and sad music, yet somehow soothing anyway. Romanus
this album's smooth combination of crisp synthpop textures with analog sounds and piles of reverb-rich vocals stunned me. I was bopping while transcending into space; so much fun! Romanus