Amphibious in rivulets,
I breathe through my skin.
Summering with salamanders:
They get a message in
Under the stone we lift.
Excursion is dead,
That’s my fault, my fault, ice on my palm;
Our version of “Polar Bear” til 6 in the morning.
All my choices, all my knowledge, all my self-important axioms:
Blooms on a blighted pine,
Jokes painted on a stop-sign.
Stop-sign, breathing you in,
Credit this new edifice that we carve ourselves in:
All my choices, all my knowledge, all my self-important axioms.
Lady Lash delivers a spellbinding blend of quiet storm R&B, industrial-tinged synth pop, and experimental hip-hop on her commanding new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 24, 2021