Origami

War Isn't Murder

“Everything You Do” is a song I made shortly after moving to Brooklyn to live alone for the first time in my life. maybe it’s just my social circles and algorithm, but I feel there’s a shared feeling amongst everyone right now of being overworked, underpaid, and underloved. “Everything You Do” is my own internal battle of fighting for my heart vs. being practical and rational. Knowing me, the heart always finds a way to win…

we recorded this song last Summer up at Applehead in Woodstock and feel like this song allowed us to explore all the new possibilities of what this new band can be.

we hope it makes you dance or smile or shake your hips or whatever you do when you’re happy.

Everything You Do

Black Hole

Bloody Madness

My Daft Experiences Songs Do Not Make Sense

I Invented a New Injury

Francis Aquarius

Wild Thing

Lying Face Down in the Yard

Hey Ho! Got to get up and go, all aboard, we storm the shores tonight, land a’hoy, bumpy seas, you best believe, that you leave it to she, fret not, we’ve got Calliope’s army of harmony

We row where the happiness flows, singing only songs that nobody knows

A little weird
Daily jabbed and jeered
Reading the “T” from the leaves
We don't care
Let them stop and stare… at
Our deviations off the mean

Don’t fold at the deal
It’s the cost of keeping it real, [or so they say]

Dreaming in the daylight, staring at the sun 
The few who boo you never knew you, till they’re humming along
One eye on the horizon, wanderlust for the sea
Those thirsty numbers, dusty tumblers lining up for sweetie

A wild ride
A kinetic electric slide
Case-study in eccentricity
All gas no breaks
Helping hop ons find their way
Expresslane spacetime traveling

Don’t fold at the deal
Go all in fulfill the surreal [and blow their minds]

Dancing with the darkness laughing at the moon
New boot goofin’ what to do when imagination’s in bloom
Lost in translation, maybe lost at sea
Salty masses empty glasses and your serving, sweetie

Tick tock, it’s not all that you’ve got, pop and lock, roaming the streets, first light, bass drops, symphonies, you can believe as miss Calliope sings, fight fought, surrendering to her army of harmony

We row where the happiness flows, singing only songs that nobody knows

Lying Face Down in the Yard

Mans Trash