you’re on your cell
making secret goodbyes
all red and teary-eyed
cause where you’re going
they just aren’t allowed
and you’ve always hated to lie
we’re drumming up some plans
there’s a hurricane in the sky
we’ve got the whole evening to kill
before we climb into the eye
paradise for the price of a song
moving on is moving on
and it’s only you
i totally understand
for some fucked up reason
i believe this… is it true?
Wednesday night on my couch dropping a dime On myself, circle, and diameter I got the syllables, I got the rhyme Still can’t nail iambic
A modern psychedelic space funk with a brip-pop vibe. In “Stop Listening to Worry” diverse styles come together masterfully amalgamated by William Is. An ideal
Review of William’s single “Sparkle” from the Ecuadorian blog Indie Criollo. Sparkle no quiere guardarse nada ante los oídos de quienes están interesados en
