they couldn't go there without the knife, the knife that the moon dredged up from the tides, its handle was hidden, the blade was a flame. it floated beside them in search of a bride: oh no. under the bright leaves the meeting was set, you went there together, but they left you alone, digging the blade in it started to flow, your heart opened up to the kiss of the tide: oh no
Mysterious and vaguely vaporwavey, the synth songs on the latest from Stefan Smith hover like distant mirages, opaque and beguiling. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 26, 2022