Text ... Folk rock. Interrogative & nostalgic. Electric and acoustic guitars, ...Folk rock. Interrogative & nostalgic. Electric and acoustic guitars, male singer & drums.
Tell me what's beyond the curtainMade of water, made of airAnd the kite is so redBut it does not flyRolling byOn the beachWith the three of usTell me what's beyond the curtainMade of water, made of iceAnd the kite is so redBut it does not flyPassing byOn the beachWith the three of usRunning with the windThe hands on the clockAre frozenThough the sun keeps shining Like a sunny winter saturdayLike a sunny winter saturdayLike a sunny winter SaturdayWe were glowing on this sunny Saturday
Folk rock. Interrogative & nostalgic. Electric and acoustic guitars, ...Folk rock. Interrogative & nostalgic. Electric and acoustic guitars, male singer & drums.
Text ... Psychedelic rock. Victorious. Electric guitar, male singer @ 1'28 & ...Psychedelic rock. Victorious. Electric guitar, male singer @ 1'28 & drums.
Worship me, despise meIs this my destiny?Or just the way I fucked up my life?Have you ever imagined we’d split up this way? So bitterly.Of course I haveMy nightmare’s come true. Worship me, despise meIs this my destiny?Or just the way I fucked up my life?Have you ever imagined we’d split up this way? So bitterly.Of course I haveMy nightmare’s come true. Dead souls coming in from a long lost future.Dead souls wandering through the ages back and forth.
Text ... Pop song. Sad & pensive. Piano, male singer, electric guitar, strings ...Pop song. Sad & pensive. Piano, male singer, electric guitar, strings & drums.
Don't wanna spend the dayDon't wanna spend my SundayLonging for the next train to crashDon't wanna spend my life, don't wanna spend my lifeWaiting for the weekend to get madWhy d'you so discreetly look at your watch ?Twice a year, that's not enough, that's not fair, that's pretty roughMake up your mind I don't wanna stayJust need a helping handThat would make my daySo please don't let me stay So spread, make up your mindWe're running lateSpread, make up your mindWe can't afford the time to search for another wreckSo spread and dive, maybe findAnother mate of mine