before you were done thinking in metaphors reckless and young, spelled sinking in semaphore dreams filled your lungs, breathless and self-absorbed flame kissed your tongue down on the ocean floor i’m friends with the moon, it’s rather subdued she whispers a tune and asks what you’re doing oh, her light grew the gardens of june my goddess and muse, it’s all for your beauty
prepandemic glistened in your eyes
before the wretched grief metastasized
guilt gone up like dreams all flashing white
or vanished like some polar ice
indecision and the blatant proof
vanity and petty dramas too
all crowded maskless shouting in a room
with tragedy, ecstasy and doom
scared of getting older when i’m drunk passed out in the back seat of my car
spent the summer and the weekends in a funk
soaking up the fumes in my garage
i’m choking on the melody
trying to cope with the memory
smear my thumb against the screen
Berlin producer Veronica Maximova faces up to her demons on this avant-pop EP, the sequel to her debut “Computerlove.” Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 26, 2022
Guest appearances from Ben Gibbard and Alias drift through the stuttering electronics on the latest from Styrofoam. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2022