We fell together somewhere
Upon torrid astral plains
Tumbled upside down the mountain
Guarded lionesses’ manes
But the angles set upon us
Mixed blessings in reverse
Each tessellating heartache
Assaulted wound, a richer verse
Mixed mass-age mourned and wormed and burned
Yr lesson learned, an urn unturned
The ashes all a checkering of tile
I guess I held on for a while
I guess we held on for a while
I was leau, beheld behold
She was burning river sky
And my vices were devices
To finger figures how and why
Poured a molten melon on them
With cotton on the dial
My blackest death mask fashion
My own self-defeat a style
Mixed mass-age mourned and wormed and burned
Yr lesson learned, an urn unturned
The ashes all a checkering of tile
I guess I held on for a while
I guess we held on for a while
Oh, but your pity pretty heart
Was pollen from the start
And it blew you in two
We were blue, bloomed, in tune
They latched on
I broke in two
Into two
Too in tune
Entombed two
Tuned into
Bloomed in two
Mixed mass-age mourned and wormed and burned
Yr lesson learned, an urn unturned
The ashes all a checkering of tile
I guess I held on for a while
I guess we held on for a while
I guess we hold on for a while
I guess I’ll hold on for a while
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022