She sucked her way to the bay of San Francisco
She stood on the Golden Gate Bridge, looked out on the waves
How they rose and crashed so far beneath her
She closed her eyes and a thousand sad photographs displayed
Of you and me girl, trading each other's clothes
Your mom owned a thousand black wigs, a thousand perfumes
A head rush of chemical smells, we laid in her bedroom
Of leopard skin sheets and a dozen sad mirrors to look into
Not I haven't slept in weeks, your ghost keeps haunting my sheets
The bedroom is so cold and nothing happens when I turn up
The heat
Oh I was tangled in your warm bones, I was woven in your pillow
I said "think of me each lonely night when you lay down to sleep
And that warm lifeless rush that rose over us like a raincloud"
Falling together hardly felt like falling to me
And with our cloths at our ankles, our cigarettes burned in slow motion
The stars disappeared, the sky was a deep fuzzy drain
That vast empty space that stretched between both of our chest
When I begged you to take care of yourself and you begged the same
And we parted ways
She sucked her way to the bay of San Francisco
She stood on the Golden Gate Bridge and took a deep breath
It was late October, the sun was beginning to set
She said a prayer for the lonely ones
And jumped right in
The “grunge soul” artist draws from influences like Nina Simone, Lianne La Havas, and Kurt Cobian on her new project. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 30, 2023
A soundtrack to a film that is both historical and autobiographical, Yang’s music here finds graceful beauty in slowly unfolding melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 4, 2023