A million white suns, like Sylvia's days,
All melting in one, why sleep? Why sleep?
I dare you to write, I dare you tell
What you see in the leaves.
Not a light, not a light, just sun.
Been breaking down my broken door.
Your hands say it all, that they want more.
Just sun.
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024