Eko Fisk – Psychopaths On The Western Frontier [SLNT109]
Travel to escape, at the end of the yellow line, distant gods and faded signs.
ambient
electronica
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 1. Lovely Black Aston [05:12]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 2. Pale Horse [04:48]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 3. Heavy Rain [03:18]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 4. Silver Sands Motel [04:53]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 5. The Frontier [04:05]
01 Jun 2019
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The moon is bright in the haze above old Hollywood, it's three o'clock in the morning, pill in hand you can hear the golden surfer boys.
We flew over a thousand years, travelled a vast distance. And when we got there, we were somewhere else. Then the Thunderbird took off her mask. She looked just like us.
A bomb, an animal. Wings in inappropriate places, lungs like islands. Luminescent iris of the sea.
Sounds from the space between sleep and waking, where the subconscious takes control.
A man wakes up at the side of a road in Death Valley, California. He wonders if he might be dead.