I am standing in a pool waiting for the rain
It’s summer here and clouds appear
To wash away my name
Told myself I’m marinating, really I’m just fucking lazy.
I told myself it’s meditation but without all the sensation
If I could get around to
Getting getting getting through
Then I would say to myself
I’d say to myself
Have you ever noticed that falling out of love
Is like losing imagination
As you grow up?
Told myself I’m marinating, really I’m just fucking lazy.
I told myself it’s meditation but without all the sensation
If I could get around to
Getting getting getting through
Then I would say to myself
I’d say to myself:
In crowded trains
Avert our gaze
To the walls
The lights speed by
With the days
This is All
And I don’t know about
(know) about you
And you don’t know about
(know) about me
A modern verse
We rehearse
In the train
No one speaks
But we all think
“Things could be worse”
And I don’t know about
(know) about you
And you don’t know about
(know) about me
A slow drip of Tropicália-infused psychedelia from New Orleans rock outfit Blue Basin: balmy one moment, aggressive the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2022