Lucille Furs is a psychedelic indie pop outfit out of the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois.
And now, a poem.
Like a lucid rainbow, I watched euphrosyne laugh so i said hello. She gave her vibrant paint a quick shake and laughed until her belly stopped to ache. The only other sound was a filthy rat as distant birds and bees drew ever back.
The paint was blue and full of yellow but she had no time to keep the colors neat nor mellow, so after cake and an enormous amount of the late night fate — the sweetest of dreams visited her in the depth of sleep.
As she awoke from her soft bed with thoughts of sweet lullabies and unicorns in her head — she ate her jam with lots of bread, now ready for the lucid day ahead.4