I hear you crying through the walls
of the cheap suburban home
and I hear the ties of dissonant lies
now I’m waiting as soft as can be
the poet never knows his own imagery
all your friends said you had lost the scheme
and everything important had just become a dream
in the capital we never play games
because there isn’t time for love or faces in sustain
I can hear them whispering
I can hear them whispering
I can hear them whispering
I can hear them whispering
you’re crying so loud
writing on your door
The German artist's so-called "digital psychedelic journey" infuses sterling classical and jazz forms with trippy, tuneful synth melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable May 5, 2024