our wings were our fingers
and our fingers were our wings
we flew through the airwaves
how we loved to sing.
we were birds of the same leather feather. or maybe no feather at all, but fairweather. fairweather friends ’til the end. no goodbyes forced us to stop flying. we swooped and glided at whim through the skies.
around the time that dinosaurs ruled the earth, in the late cretaceous period, we were buoyant lovers. nothing could keep us down. our love kept us soaring across time. we looked down on the oceans, the trees, the earth; it was all below us, speeding by in streaks of colour and light.
do you know what love sounds like while sailing the skies?
The Chicago wunderkind's debut album is half lo-fi hip-hop pianos and breakneck drumming, half polished pop songs full of orchestral arrangements and whimsical but melancholic melodies. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 23, 2020