If it tastes like it sounds like it tastes
What is sound but a thought anyways?
If it cannot be touched or be held
How can every note be felt?
How can I run my hands through your hair,
if I'm not there?
All the beetles are pink, red, and blue
Give them drugs and pianos to tune
Play a song with the birds and the bees
Making babies in heroin trees
Once this is done you'll have all you will need
But it's not free
All that i wanted was beautiful birds and bees
Mandolin candy and milk in your ovaries
You break the laws that I placed in menageries
Smelling of animals all that it meant to me
The great Illuminated Paths label issue another record of hazy, slowed-down sounds. Woozy, surreal, comforting, and absorbing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 29, 2017