Picturesque mountains invading your dreams,
It seems,
That you've exit the atmosphere.
Glowing lights cover the skies and the trees,
It seems,
That you've entered the stratosphere.
Black and white forests,
Nausea in the living room,
Monsters on the telly,
Are digging your tomb.
A friend who appears as an unruly guest,
What are you telling me, lest I forget?
What is my name?
It's getting kind of late,
Something's in the oven,
And I think it's souffle.
Water helps me sleep,
But blood helps me boil,
Put the pastries in some wraps,
Cause I'm happy they're not foiled.
Birdfeeder in a dark forest,
I'm just a young boy, what will it take?
The time the bottle was left behind,
Good bye I said, I made a mistake.
But it's easy to fast after dinner,
And the eye has come knocking once more.
So I'll feast on the chemistry,
Oh but the chemistry,
The old ways won't work any more.
A fine winter's day,
Wrapped up in a bag,
Trickery,
Mockery,
Fleeing away.
I'm doing the best that my mind will allow,
Where is your good voice now?
What is my name?
It's getting kind of late,
Something's in the oven,
And I think it's souffle.
Water helps me sleep,
But blood helps me boil,
Put the pastries in some wraps,
Cause I'm happy they're not foiled.
Fighting myself,
My left and my right,
Shaking and stirring,
I can't sleep all night.
I'm brought to tears,
I can't let them see,
The man in the mirror,
Is staring at me.
Red slipping out from my eyelids,
Hear that crash,
It's a photo I had.
A moon rolling over,
Dying at my place,
I wanna land,
Cause I'm flying in space.
I'm pretty sure that I look like death,
Get this old hag,
Out of my bed.
Smell of cigarettes and evergreens,
It seems,
I'm lost in the ground.
Where is my rocket? Where is my life?
It seems,
I'm a bird without wings.
Buoyant vocals and a varied palette of synths work in perfect tandem to create gorgeous art-pop that's able to address big realities. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2019