Beat the bell you want
Oh it seems the help has vanished
Covered lies with love
Too strong a scent deters the many
Oh if only I could be
Your American committee
Scraping trying not to bleed
Another common courtesy
Hear my engine roar
Seems I hear no more
If I did I couldn’t understand the language
Creature clutch my eyes
But don’t look inside
All the visions I’ve made about your body
Every mountain melts to hills
Every king dies from taking
Though a prince is loved by all
See what age does to the body
Hear my engine roar
Seems I hear no more
If I did I couldn’t understand the language
Creature clutch my eyes
But don’t look inside
All the visions I’ve made about your body
You’re a peach with walnut eyes
Don’t ask me why because I’m hiding
Shiver shatter glued again
Time hides us from time changing
Hear my engine roar
Seems I hear no more
If I did I couldn’t understand the language
Creature clutch my eyes
But don’t look inside
All the visions I’ve made about your body
The songs on the latest from Jane Bruckner are soft and pillowy as clouds—instrumental compositions that are soothing & mysterious. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 27, 2023
These patient, organic modular synth works were recorded during Wil Bolton’s second artist residency at EMS in Stockholm. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023