surrounding yourself with the dizzying energy of this song, n you find it drawing closer; a place for us.

rudy graafland morales
@parudigm
Genres
Bopdrops
lately
the beats n voice collab so fine
sweaty soulful saturday sunday sweat salt tears suffusion salty
well holy fuck am i little rudy blue
drowsiness of summer blends wih the perfect subtle sexiness in margo's sixties perfection
waiting for clapham junction train, a warm air sunset... cocktoe twins - BAM wunderbar!
just yea
me every dinner
holy fuck. this song is the perfect encore to a powerhouse-of-an-album that analyses a generation of big-talking cosmopolitans and troubadours alike plagued by an illness of longing and the ridiculous ceaser that is love. this ambitious yet comfortable project only enriches this ballad with a melancholy that scores the most buried parts of this album's soul.
the lyrics are my shield and armour, in spite of their vulnerability
ringtone or deep diving introspective landscapes of obliterating sound? U tell me.