I sit silently on the cab right home
First light, anchors to your eyes
My head, my heart are in union
We make it to the door,
And I fumble my keys in the lock
Captivated by the spate of a holy sentence
Violence, an omen on the long ride home
Red lights, absence in your eyes
There’s still that kid in me, he’s scared to hell
We make it to the cell,
And I fumble the keys in the lock
Captivated by the spate of this holy sentence
I am so eager to sustain
In this witch hunt for value
supported by 20 fans who also own “Through the Kauri”
This is the best album released in recent years. A masterpiece of psychedelia, progressive, space, electronics ... wonderful work.
Thank you so much Riccardo Conforti
supported by 17 fans who also own “Through the Kauri”
got recc'd this on youtube and loved it- reminds me a lot of late 60's and early 70's records i used to hear playing out of my parents' stereo on sweltering summer days. OPAL
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Wonderful, beautiful, densely layered music. I'm glad I gave this album several headphone listens before commenting. It did not immediately strike a chord with me, but the more I listened the more I began to understand and appreciate how fantastically rich and deep the sound is. For fans of atmospheric and melodic prog, this is an excellent addition. Bass and drum work are exquisite! paliojen_black