Pinko

Pinko writes songs about blood, stars, parties, aliens, friends, love, androgyny, marriage, divorce, drugs, war, moons, suicide, suns, violence, nuclear families, depression, anxiety, breakups, drugs, bipolar disorder, youth, beer, retirement, trees, drugs, planes, a lack of light, pain, an abundance of light, envy, wealth, rage, past, present, stolen land, cars, dirt, bones, Aurora Borealis, New York, teeth, Massachusetts, homosexuality, computers, nations, heterosexuality, police, food, sports, bruises, self-harm, water, presidents, the west coast, DUIs, parole, death, unease, bugs, rot, skyscrapers, California, needles, drugs, time, hemophilia, isolation, besitos, trains, infrastructure, inequality, solidarity, and Pinko.

From a tiny bedroom in Queens, New York.
Hit my line: pinkobookings@gmail.com