You're
the wealth of love, fictional miracle.
I've found
monomania sells in song.
Dreams
can remind us that we're all alone;
although, I
never want to return to the dawn.
Dream Woman...
Dream Lady...
Come on,
we brooding lovers know you've got to go,
but we still hold on:
mad beggars until we die.
So long.
Where you go from here on I don't know,
but I know
we'll be better without your laws.
We don't ever give up on our side.
We don't want to be taken by your nothingness.
Go ahead and give up on my side,
'cause you can't take away my art,
Heart....
No wonder you're dead inside:
we have filled you with our loneliness.
Now your marble head is trite,
you can't take away my nothing.
Spring Cell is Monarcadia and Young Hound, two poets on a quest for meaning, love, the abyss--adventuring wizards seeking beauty in kaleidoscopes and space. Our second album & recorded on an iPhone. Monarcadia
Spring Cell is Monarcadia and Young Hound, two poet-wizards blasting through the cosmos in their schizophrenic circus of a brotherhood. Our 1st & narrative album. Recorded stream-of-consciousness. Monarcadia
This wild experimental artist from Chicago uses electric kazoos, tape loops, and more to craft far-out, wonderfully confounding songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 15, 2021