(All lyrics written by Adam Weston, January 2011 – March 2012)
I am alive in someone else’s brain
Running, searching expanses of shame
If it ever ends, it will always end the same
‘Cos we’re all dupes to the taste of rain
As we're jumping over synapses
Feel the voltage at the word ‘exist’
My being here does not mean I mix
All veins are the same when they’re drenched in vain
I think you need to get outside
Just to taste the air
(I think you need...)
I think you need to settle down
Need to cut your hair
(I think you need...)
You won’t survive with the idealised
Way you live your life
I think you need to go outside to taste the air
Humbled, I stumble over my ego
For starving the id, I scold, I scold
The 'ideal observer’ theory debunked
The ideal subject is what I’ve become
I think you need to step outside
Just to taste the air
(I think you need...)
QC caught sleeping on the job
You let him cut me off
The chief has euthanised me; now there’s no air to taste
My darkness was only ever ripening love, misdeemed as rot –
Nothing that can’t be fixed with an orbitoclast
I think you need to go outside to taste the air
(The 'ideal observer' theory debunked)
(The ideal subject is what I've become)
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016