I’m outside…
Mangled, tired and tender
Something heats my chest
My heart is now on fire
But your frozen little face
Reminds me my sad duty
There is only a way
The cruelty guides my hands now
Under your flesh
I’ll read the way that takes me to my aim
Through the fields of pain
I shall cross to reach the holy man
That can make this dream reality
I’m on his hands
It’s so unfair
What Lorring has demanded me
Using that old drunk man
He put me on the track to find him
Only dreamer’s pain and death
Are enough to satisfy him
Now I wonder if I can
Be so cruel that people shake
only hearing my name
Under your flesh
I’ll read the way that takes me to my aim
Through the fields of pain
I shall cross to reach the holy man
That can make this dream reality
I’m on his hands
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Absolutely LOVE this album. I love these kinds os soundscapes where it seems like you are drifting into space. Perfect for my work (programming). Can't have enough of this kind of "space-prog". I'm also a keyboard player, so it's a must have for me. Now, to listen to it in WAV! Guilherme Müller
Tim Arnold's latest album of lushly detailed art-pop explores the insidious ways tech surveillance has become a part of our lives. Bandcamp New & Notable May 9, 2023