I don’t trust my memory
I have to do everything twice
it doesn’t seem like I’ve been here before
an eternal return I can’t recall
summer months feel like rats
Discussing the meaning of language
and it all seems to be strangely in place
I’ve given up with my habits
nothing can remain private
I’ll let myself grow older
my teeth and nails will abandon me
I’ll welcome the whispers of summer
my heart and hands will be colder
A concept record about taking a bath, this dreamy EP splits the difference between chillwave, vaporwave, and yet-to-be-discovered waves. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2019