https://ditherer.bandcamp.com/album/interregnum-ep
https://twitter.com/DitherFuss

Lyrics
Coco Pommel the dressmaker, puts her best labor into
Ten acre trains sketched upon her test paper
She got five more, and they’re all due by morning
Her mind through performing, her eyes blue and stormy
And Coco wants her inner thoughts to take her away,
It takes divine intervention just to put on a neighborhood play!
And now she thinks on olden fables
Where scarves can bind and coats can strangle,
Grows entangled with the ponies of the high life -
Sewing in the quiet night for clothing with a shy side,
Showy in the limelights of opening actors
Backlog gets amassed for never going to pasture
Or her clients will know she’s a slacker!
Coco’s used to doing things a certain - way
She'd really benefit from an assertive - phase
But late nights keep on turning into early - days
While she’s lowkey on the lookout for a Suri - ‘kay

She’s been learning to be a night owl, keeps
Candles burning on both ends long after lights out
Hundred times been fronting like she's fine now
And kinda thankful there’s no friends to explain to cus they might doubt
Cloudwatching, wishes she could fall into the vast blue
But the new designs won’t wait for that, that’s the sad truth:
Couldn’t quit the business if she had to
Is she okay? Yeah, she’s fine, she's just in a bad mood.

Duty wise I’m just on the road to get to beauty’s prize
Newbie guy staring at his goals inside of rheumy eyes
Ensuing climb, manuscripts get scarred with ellipsis
Avoiding streetlight and tryna catch a star in my glimpses
I keep listening to mood FM backwards
And I saved the damn game but I can’t find the password
Eviscerate my history to order for laughter and
“Catch you on the flipside” is gonna be my last words, fractured
Between showing real emotion and a stiff upper lip
The next guy who says to smile can get a stick up his dick
I only do that bumping raps or when I’m riffing on shit
And I can’t even do that when I’ve been out swiffering grit
I’m still hoping that the ending could be worth the - wait
Starting getting known for turning out a furtive - phrase
Like an Indigo Zap, I herald purple - rain
That's ignoring all the lines that you ain't heard me - say yet

Not a daysleeper, just a night owl
Been staring at a radio tower like it's a lighthouse
And I might sell some records, make it big and get all iced out
But more likely I'll go through thirty years of getting tied down
Hightown rap rube, I can’t make it past blues
Wrap them up in olden words, try to make em abstruse
And now I couldn't get my own damn hopes up if I had to
Are you okay? Yeah I’m fine, I'm just in a - bad mood.