Open the door and shaking off bad weather
Message light - red red black
Call me tonight: the warning from my mother
And then it's you.
I erase the two.
Clean off the stove - what to make for dinner?
Can't decide - I never could
Washing the plates until my brain picks a winner
And then I dry.
Look in your heart and be a friend 'cuz
I need a helping hand - lend me a couple grand
And if that's too much can you pretend 'cuz
I wouldn't understand - I wouldn't understand
Turn on the tube and catch the game in progress
End of 9 and still no score
Unable to turn my luck in some direction
Good or bad
And that's where I'm at - no thanks to you 'cuz
I never learned the law and I had a shitty draw
But how could you know I'm drowning here
I needed a helping hand to drag me back to land
So toss me away - don't waste your time 'cuz
I'll never understand - I'll never understand
I'll never understand
supported by 5 fans who also own “Bodies Floating Ashore”
Some records are a trip; TNB offers a journey.
Drifting through utter surprises, Cloudblaster phagocytes any musical genre that will fit his multiverse in a masterful embrace, offering us this allusive peak into his constellation of unknown musical objects.
Tracks get haunted by unusual suspects (Prince, Ravel, DCD...), electrified maelstroms, waves of supermodified soundscapes, held together by an enigmatically intimate voice, ranging from violent abyss to cristalline ether.
A blast indeed. Labsynth