Song inspired by the enticing beat provided by Scaife
Story behind the song
All very old shit. Kept alive simply for memory.
Lyrics
Counting Sheep, and you have yet to wake up?
Proceeding with propaganda, being governed by technology, and yet ruled by senior citizens..
Spawned daylight vanishes into the night:
if only for a calling; yet the dead butterfly be.
For it has yet to grow into beauty, amongst tragedies of broken dreams and false horoscopes.
Presenting it so irrestibly......
subtle.
Sunscaping the horizon and embellishing in fortified nights, while we daydream our lives away.
Producing productive disomic landscapes, and keen instruments accompanying our parrallel thoughts.
emotions are the backdrop to harvesting nightmares.
It's not the size of the candle, but yet the strength of the wick. There is nothing like witnessing a new candle burn, gasping for life and exhaling it away.
In time: only scattered pieces remain....
Always remembering....