Lyrics:

From my window widow’s walk is too far from the shore 
While I waited I debated how to close the door 
On my block they’re out of stock in porcelain goodbyes 
When we spread that trembling bed my spine was my disguise 

Found your verses in the hearse where you had stowed the keys
Tattered leaves lie scattered weaving curses through the trees 
True conviction more than fiction from between your thighs 
When we walked through cliffs of chalk your face was my disguise 

Call me out to fix your radiator every night 
I won’t sleep among the dirty seaweed, no, despite 
The Beasts you call from torn-out thrones, you like to fantasize 
When we laughed at Broadway gaffs our mirth was our disguise

Pillars

Packing Pellets

Luca has been writing and performing music since the sixth grade, when he formed a band called Füss with a friend. Now 16, he started this project a little over a year ago, when he had the idea to create a record by marrying music he had been composing at the piano with several poems he had written. Over time he would refine and develop these sketches into full-fledged songs, and string these songs together with instrumental interludes. The result is an engrossing, strikingly original listening experience that owes about as much to Radiohead's In Rainbows as it does to David Bowie’s Low. Pillars, which features Luca singing and playing piano and keyboards, embodies a style influenced by rock, jazz, and classical music alike.