I've been automated to keep you satiated,
To be whatever you desire.
I am telepathic. I know what you're wanting
Before the spark can turn to fire.
Don't be surprised if before long
You turn around and I am gone.
You'll be all alone
And I'll be on my own.
Sipping Mai Tai's on my way to Vera Cruz.
Or stay at home and catch up on the latest news.
Write down my memoirs.
Or maybe something I have yet to dream so far.
I've been castigated, distilled and sublimated
Bent and shaped all for your pleasure.
You can take for granted erotic seeds I've planted.
Remember, nothing lasts forever.
Don't be alarmed if before long
You wake up to find me gone.
You'll be all alone
And I'll be on my own.
Racing Hummers through the hills of Bogota.
Fly to Reno for a hand of Baccarat.
Write down my memoirs.
Or maybe something I have yet to dream so far.
Dive for lobster off the coast of Key Largo.
Read a romance with a glass of French Bordeaux.
Write down my memoirs.
Or maybe something I have yet to dream so far.
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
"Don’t Shy Away" maintains the core sound of the dream pop band's debut, with Emily Cross’s haunted vocals hovering throughout understated instrumental landscapes Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 27, 2020