Chorus, by Ripdae La Wise: Her jumprope smells like bleaching cream, she double jumped & tripled hopped into a screen. Her focus dwells on looking clean, the blacker the dirtier, the blacker the dirtier. Her jumprope smells like bleaching cream, she double jumped & tripled hopped into a screen. Her focus dwells on looking clean, the blacker the dirtier, the blacker the dirtier.
Verse, by Ripdae La Wise: Head collision, into a screen with a brighter vision than herself, surrounded with an aroma of her master's belt. Now what's surprising is the vibe of her neighbor, as you look into the nature of her spiritual creator. Creatives at hand have something to scribble, the map of her virtue seems to be so little. The Hollywood sign is one of the dirtiest forms of white, and that doesn't bother as she walks the night.
Chorus, by Ripdae La Wise: Her jumprope smells like bleaching cream, she double jumped & tripled hopped into a screen. Her focus dwells on looking clean, the blacker the dirtier, the blacker the dirtier. Her jumprope smells like bleaching cream, she double jumped & tripled hopped into a screen. Her focus dwells on looking clean, the blacker the dirtier, the blacker the dirtier.
Verse, by Ripdae La Wise: On a path to a dark surface that becomes bright every now & then, & with a pen in pocket she targets men, writing down dates to remember. The selling of herself is built with tremendous wealth, of course you have to make money to be money, sometimes humanity lacks patience for authentic honey. As the gargoyles awake they ooze venom out of their faces, and so it drips down the skyscrapers of enchantment attracting the attention of diggers, and this is when the protagonist became a so called devilish sinner. Execs sit at their table of merriment in preparation for what's to come, and when she walks through those front doors they'll all jump in approval, she'll jump in delight as the light shifts across the room. The rope they'll hang her with is the same rope she used to bring herself to this point.
Chorus, by Ripdae La Wise: Her jumprope smells like bleaching cream, she double jumped & tripled hopped into a screen. Her focus dwells on looking clean, the blacker the dirtier, the blacker the dirtier. Her jumprope smells like bleaching cream, she double jumped & tripled hopped into a screen. Her focus dwells on looking clean, the blacker the dirtier, the blacker the dirtier.
The long-awaited new album from Batida boasts all of the hard-hitting rhythms and jubilant melodies we’ve come to expect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 24, 2022
Two mind-expanding epics that clock in at 17 minutes apiece and blend drone, ambient, shoegaze, and traditional Indian music. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2023
