I took the last train to earth
Where everything glows like vivid spectrums
Yet my land caught up in sand
Holding my way catching my breath
The colours fade
People slaved
They no see the lights only chase their shadows
I’m here to say
Don’t believe the hive
And follow what you got inside
I’m not looking for gold
I’m having a drink in the desert
I’m not praying for rain
I’m having a drink in the desert
This place could be something green
And bit of yellow like that of little paradise
I have a seed potential beam
So turn around keep your chin up to the sky
Why can’t you see through imagination?
All you need is close your eyes and sing a song
Never mind what he says or she says
The world is you and you could be a butterfly
I’m not looking for gold
I’m having a drink in the desert
I’m not praying for rain
I’m having a drink in the desert
Market, from Melbourne, fuse soul and chillwave on a wonderfully woozy song with rubbery guitars & breathy harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 19, 2020
The home-recorded new LP from surrounds oaky acoustic guitars with wreaths of violin for a full on ’70s California vibe. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 6, 2022