2. hobomatic post folk musings
My mercurial no-fi indie folk-pop masterpiece from 2007!
Updated with 3 post-folk musical mosaics from new Furred Release!
Lyrics
Unknowing Destinations (Pw)
Lost in fragmented dreams,
of how the world shifts it seems,
there's a magic to these myriadic mysteries
From Potosi Town up to El Peten,
and Arequepena through to Belikin,
there's memories there that are stained into the skies
Dance, dance, trance in the morning plains
Sing, sing, songs in the golden camp night,
and/coz all I need is movement to satisfy me,
in this frontier life
The softness of this reality,
will bend and break until you see,
it's nothing more than a roadmap blowing wild
Building blocks which just don't fit,
into this backpack which I must admit,
has become like a shell which soothes me to the core
Dance, dance, trance in the morning plains
Sing, sing, songs in the golden camp night,
and/coz all I need is movement to satisfy me,
in this frontier life
Faraway mercury is rising,
above the irredescent splintered sky,
past midnight harvests then extravagant extinctions,
have got me thinking,
awash in good time
Dance, dance, trance in the morning plains
Sing, sing, songs in the golden camp night,
and/coz all I need is movement to satisfy me,
in this frontier life (sign me up)
A single man, with an ice-cream van, could have quite a future in Kyrgzstan,
but times rippling open ocean flaws,
must always meet with shambolic shores,
and drifting unsung across soft green and gold carpets,
over which autumn waltzes,
and the winding tributaries searching sea-scarred scintillations,
as I stray past these foreign road signs to unknowing destinations
