One mind, that never dies,
Lost in the wastes, of the sculptured eye,
Fat clouds, electric night,
Storm over sea, who's asking why?
Staring off, into the wall,
Of an cold and tired, bathroom stall,
The silence, has broken down ,
A flow of warmth, who's asking why?
To feral heights, the eagle climbs,
To show the might, and the reason why,
For those who strive, to play the game,
In the end, we're all the same,
An age long day, the longest stay,
Through the years we must find a way,
The sky falls, upon the Earth,
Find the sun, always on the run,
Red horizons, that never end,
An insatiable thirst, one can never quench,
The irresistable pull of the stars in the sky,
It's the expression of extension to an infinity of I,
Dimensional expansion ripping through the heights,
10 miles high but the notion's out of sight,
Exterminating consciousness with a simple slight of mind,
We're flying, through the most beautiful of times,
One mind, that never dies,
Lost in the wastes, of the sculptured eye,
Fat clouds, electric night,
Storm over sea, who's asking why?
Staring off, into the wall,
Of an cold and tired, bathroom stall,
The silence, has broken down ,
A flow of warmth, who's asking why?
Laura Hairdressa—who is both a producer and, yes, professional hairdresser—delivers an album of smoky, alluring electropop Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 20, 2023