Andrew Huang Gives You “New Love”

“New Love” is the latest song Andrew Huang is pushing from his Schism release that dropped last November. The artist of many hats continues to bend genres and experiment with his music, perpetuating his undefinable brand. The video is cleanly edited though not as visually arresting as some of his previous work. Lyrics can be found after the video.

woke up/ no dust got me choked up/
low, ducking the sun/ spirit is so what/
i link colder chains back together again/
soldered/ never repent/ this lone solider in ink/
set up a scent crushed and smoldered/
as i brush that dirt off my shoulders/
getting older, and getting rushed/
gold in the palm but a bone in the clutch/
split kicks on/ rip walkways
and spit non-fiction evidence in a quickdraw/
beats blast with a hi-fi system
drowning sound until the high rises come down
now/ fill a belly up/
selling cellies with helis all on the tele, what?/
i’m gelling with eliot’s bang theory/
relevant, gang, hear me/ i tell it to swell/
egos tripping at the gates of hell/
the keys go missing from a basement cell/

new love with a thirst for the free/
trapped in the temple/ held hostage/
new love, give me words for the wear/
locked up with a half a verse cross-stitched/
new love, and the murderer is me/
i get numb with red blood to bread crumbs/
new love spit the first of a prayer
in the streets and the unfed slums that i fled from/

you’ve been living in a dream/
building synagogues top-down with a scissor full of seams/
got style but the mirrors in the archway/
start making every sun-set-and-rise a hard day/
weave footprints into tiles/ good prince
sinning while muttering a prayer for the inner child/
never play right/
blade’s bright with the body of a sage like i’ll never escape mics/
so i guess i have to stay tight
until grace lights every stage white from a great height/
get live with an art form that resides/
in the air that you breathe, in the wash of the tide/
it’s dawn in my chest/
on to finesse wrongs that dispense raw rhythm
when i’m drawn into mess/
god help me/
i’ve got a supplement for every cell but i’m not healthy/

new love with a thirst for the free/
trapped in the temple/ held hostage/
new love, give me words for the wear/
locked up with a half a verse cross-stitched/
new love, and the murderer is me/
i get numb with red blood to bread crumbs/
new love spit the first of a prayer
in the streets and the unfed slums that i fled from/


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