In the mud and the muck is up to your knee
When each bird of the flock can migrate the fleet
The candlestick writer can never find a pen
And each double click only freezes the screen in the end
The groove’s on you
Which chairlift did you take and which bike is yours?
I said the called me number but I got no prize
I’ve seen that tree before and that rock too
And that’s the same bluebird at my front door that had just flew
A majestic amalgam of cosmic funk, jazz, psychedelia, and post-punk that takes cues from Tangerine Dream and Herbie Hancock. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2022