Clouds all black and red and grey,
sky a lion burning mane,
and angels dressed will call my name
dressed like pilgrims simple plain,
and trees will reach from forest heights
and drag you into leaves at night
the flowers whisper, let it go,
and wrap you round, head to toe,
floating up, and ripping part,
an orb of light that holds my heart
will slay the parts that hold me still
and praise the art of blood that spills
dreamer, you can't wake up
dreamer, you can't see much,
dreamer, you can't wake up,
but dreamer, you know my touch
dreamer, you know my touch,
dreamer, take me up
Grass the shade of purple hue,
that reads and screams the nightly news
and bats that you knew hardly flew
will hardly tell their prey from you
Don't need a drip into the vein,
to hear the night call out my name
and drift into a world of flame
that mind can only dream the same
dreamer, you can't wake up
dreamer, you can't see much,
dreamer, you can't wake up
but reamer, you know my touch
you know my touch,
dreameerrrr, take me up
Halcyon and Halos merge
to form a white and holy bird
dreamer, take me up
i make music you should listen to with headphones or very loudly. There's a lot there. Just pretend you're driving a truck really fast through the desert with a cigarette
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015