Oh sure, black liquids stain
Oh and you can wash stains away
But I prefer to have them remain
And contain them, in paper
Set on, set on the, set on the six
Set on, set on the, set on the six
Set on, set on the, set on the six
Set on, set on the, set on the six
You’ll want to rest on your laurels
Sour and stale leaves you’ll swallow
I’ll direct myself as a cardinal
And fly great lengths to carve ‘em all, in stone
Set on, set on the, set on the six
Set on, set on the, set on the six
Set on, set on the, set on the six
Set on, set on the, set on the six
When I front and fight, I’ll stay set on the six
When I grasp and grip, I’ll stay set on the six
When I lead the lions, I’ll stay set on the six
When the wheel cycles, I’ll stay set on the six
A collection of twinkling bedroom folk-pop demos from Fahim Rahman that arcs from hushed intimacy to sweeping cinematic emotionality. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 6, 2021