to slip the stasis of atlas rows
beacon blimps the boarding calls
fly a million feet tall
flocks leave and dissolve
foray to new plateaus
ohh there they go
a wave and a shout
to the plane flying south
as its on its way out
to headquarter clouds
on azure routes
airport fair
landing on
oyster vision isles
waking dew smiles
lost trance hymns
wheres it at
misread signs
whats it say
downing scents
a lead vision vallet
far from home plate
gone away
strung from routine
bearings behind
circling around lost in it all
before you realize to where you are
tundras in jungles on mountainenous simmers
steel canyon cliffs a world of silver
slip the stasis of atlas rows
headlights peak the boarding calls
drive a million hours long
flocks leave and dissolve
foray to new plateaus
oh there they go
a wave and a shout
to the cars driving round
stares from the clouds
of space cadet towns
jet engine howls
a wave and a shout
to the plane flying south
as its on its way out
to headquarter clouds
on azure routes
This debut from the Melbourne-based folk-rock band tackles environmental issues, self-determination, and relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable May 26, 2023