My name is midnight, my name is cold bones and whispers.
My name is night-thoughts, call me the color kisser.
My eyes are streetlights, shadows, mosaic mirrors.
My mind of wet-winds, spitting shiny terrors.
Doo doo doo, you know it’s how I roll…
Superpowers in small hours, you know it’s how I roll...
Next to crumpled cardboard, a patch of alley flowers.
The limping legs that, measure city blocks into hours.
Smoking circles round bus stop pageant contestants,
A bag of brain-juice, to help create and imagine.
Doo doo doo, you know it’s how I roll…
Superpowers in small hours, you know it’s how I roll...
In subway echoes and Broadway battles,
that make the doors slam and windows rattle.
Superpowers in the smallest hours,
reciting rainstorms from the dollhouse tower.
Doo doo doo, you know it’s how I roll…
Superpowers in small hours, you know it’s how I roll...
Straddling the threshold between studio performance and digital technique; the NYC artist applies "fake jazz" principles to synthpop. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024