When driving beside the lakeside by car,
Town lights grazes the front glass from the lake.
It's make your face blink in the darkness.
I stop the car and recline a suicide seat.
Now your face has melted into my shadow.
but I know that you making any face now.
I heard the sound that breathtaking.
Let fill up before accustom to the gloom.
moisture awful increased in a car .
the squeaky sheet is noisy like hell.
We did not mind anything else.
We hear only each voices.
The Chicago group, led by trumpeter Will Miller, channel their collective experiences in the city’s storied hip-hop and jazz scenes. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 8, 2019