Cherries on your fingers, dust on your knees — summer never explains itself, it just leaves evidence. A tropical house track built around a courtroom that never convicts anyone of anything except living too fully in the sun. Fused with Japanese ondo instrumentation — koto and shinobue carrying a traditional yo-scale hook, answered by a single taiko hit — and a solo accordion that opens the verses, gets its own quiet feature in the breakdown, and has the last word when everything else fades. Lyrics, concept and creative direction by Adrian Lark. Created with AI-assisted music production.
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