She would cry
She would cry for the dead
And the voices inside her head
We used to sleep out in the yard instead
And the frost would be our bed
And she trained herself to hold her breath
'Cause she'd be drowning
She'd be drowning
She'd be drowning for a long while yet
She would paint on her lips a cherry red
And she'd play all her favourite cassettes
We used to dance our little tragic duet
And we'd never fall out of step
And I trained myself to hold my breath
'Cause I'd be drowning
I'd be drowning
I'd be drowning for a long while yet
Brash experimental electronic compositions from this Tulsa-based musician heavy on serrated sheets of sound that hiss and scald. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 27, 2023