The angry words bellowed straight through the heart of a daunting foe which came from a reckless heretic bound to a cryptic truth bestowed. As the evidence wanes, the pulpit reveals an ominous glow which begins to separate myth from what is logical. I’ve looked into eyes, terrified of the outcome of their expiration. Proselytized, terrorized, it’s abuse of the mind and I’m not fucking “blind”. Between mans’ inflection, venerable creations and the unending sins of time; I’ll put my faith into my fury. A restless response to change or to give it all up, I should’ve mourned for the failings that brought upon illusions that thwart the answers. Is it trust or inactions of possibilities to show up and arrive? Peculiar ingenuity: to classify intrusion for affection…………… To give it all up
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024
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