To face beauty, like a vision. To feel a sublime desire fulfilled, suddenly, on some normal day. To check behind you to double check that it’s true. To check yourself out of fantasy because, this time, reality is better. To want to keep it and to want it to keep you. This is the sentiment coming through in “Keep Up”.
Liz’s voice warms like a smudge of hot breath against a window. It looks itself in the mirror, dualistically, in harmony, and then melts these bits altogether into the glass. Amidst, gentle drums carry warm melodic waves and twinkles flutter eerily, ephemerally, like a body lit with crushing, lusting, wanting, longing, loving.