five star banger
burns down the beach pad
cum on thy face i boast
the burnt out feelings of a phantom attraction
I be combing the beach for
I love and I roast
I don't want a custom mod
in a world of tomorrow
too classical or too modern
I don't want to burn the barn
I want to turn you on
and run up the score till
the whole world explodes in beautiful flowers of dharma
and cartoons in renaissance perfume the view while we chant our mantra
saturns rings ghetto blings summers springs in autumn
I brought my fling to the cold play scene and ghosted Harvard
turn down the volume track the b-side crap
and clap your hands slow
turn up the dial now start to smile for fame's patron saint of prima donnas
five star banger
burns down the beach pad
pad se ew and stacks in bands
of course it occurred to me
to curb my g wagon
and black the glam
I love sashimi maki roll
come now you see me rock and roll
life's a casino in stereo
but the meanings still unknown
and the rest is still unwritten

and the best is yet to cum
holding back a bust to nut
on roman busts in marble
I think you lot have your yarbels
if you ever had any yarbels
five star banger
burns down the beach pad
cum on thy face i boast
the burnt out feelings of a phantom attraction
I be combing the beach for
I love and I roast
what's another curtain call 
I be curt and all 
too cool for the Inspo
what's a space station mall aesthetic
superimposed on a contemporary art museum
scaled up to a planetary Parisian new Rome?
as a UFO hive ?
out there in the fields
a teenage wasteland for ever
on a magic comet tail
modern arts bizarre shark heart throb hot shot bar slobs
bartering cars accosting all with god raw Rastafarian onslaught

5 ☆ BANGER

the imperial

burning down the radio live

entertaining my outcomes

a fire sparked is not a wish. it’s a technology

Love Out of Control

First single from the fourthcoming album shake out midi

the imperial

makeout city