twenty days after the first and there's still silence
consciousness is back to figure it out
figure it out
psilocybe worshiping cults rule the world
you walk down boulevards of ashes
how were you to know
you'd be the last human
on the face of the earth
you managed to kill all your enemies lying in wait
and you built up your castle
from mountains to shore
now the last thing to do is go home
where they assure you
you're the last piece of life on the earth
Now you're gone and the presence still weighs against silence
ain't no shame just our nature folding us
infinitely
when we're gone where's our passion
mid the sea birds at dawn
confide in dogmatic standards,
the earth explodes and our infinite souls
will be the last human
on the face of the earth
we managed to kill all those fucking old people we hate
and we built up our fortress
from mountain to shore.
when we sight up our bullet
the vultures circle
and the plants in the forest
flourish
while underneath
the last piece of life goes on
when we're gone there's the whisper
of the wind.
This collection of studio and live pieces from 2016-2020 highlights synth maestro Papiro's playful, psychedelic side. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2021
Maral's experimental take on club music is a mesh of dub effects and samples from her library of Iranian folk, pop, and classical music. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 13, 2019