"Have a great life." You wrote me that years ago. I was such an asshole and I didn't get to ask, am I allowed to think of you? I didn't get to beg, if you're lookin for the truth, don't run away. Don't run, I long to speak with you. Maybe we could speak freely with our voices. Maybe I wouldn't be scorned with arrogance. Maybe I would know that I am dust, chockablock with happiness, and overflowin with happiness. I didn't get to ask, now who will I ever get to tell this to - "I long to touch you and no one else." Am I allowed to think of you? There is a small chance that someday we will be together. So if we spoke to each other, with our voices, maybe we could make essential progress, like conveyer belt sidewalks for all of those who have no limbs. And I wouldn't be scorned with arrogance. Maybe I would know that am dust, chockablock with happiness, and overflowin with happiness, and filled to brim with happiness, and overflowin with happiness.
The Brooklyn-based artist takes on the many sides of nightlife in the city with elegant and eccentric homemade pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 29, 2021
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020