Torn at the seams, breathing, teething on me
Talking to myself
Rhythm screaming
Why else would I help
The little teemings
But now, I am faced with a fear so great
In haste, I'm bound to make a grave mistake
I learned the other day that snakes can taste
smells from their vomeronasal plates
And I re-watched Dune the other day,
Not because I liked it, but because I like the way
they recite the litany
That fear is the mind killer
and I know you say that endlessly
That fear is the mind killer
Talking to myself
Rhythm screaming
Why else would I help
The little teemings
Warm synths, tape loops, kosmiche guitar, and folk melodies meet in a record that explores the relationship of the moon to the tides. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 8, 2023
Dreamy, intimate experimental pop, part of the artist's challenge to herself to write and record a song every single day of the year. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2017