La, la, la, la, land
La, la, la, la, land
La, la, la, la, land
I’m drawn to the black of ink like tar evaporates
In luxury I’m floating
Drawn in ease
There’s something in the silk
Wrapped in sheets warm soft as silk do no harm
Forget sheep and wolves
Just indulge
As I’m in la-la-land
La, la, la, la, land
La, la, la, la, land
La, la, la, la, land
There’s something in the silk that knows not parades are finite
There’s something in the silk with eight legs and eyes
There’s something in the silk these stands will strangle oh no
There’s something in the silk that’s been eyeing
Me
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