You wake up of an afternoon, and wonder where you are.
You're tangled up in some stranger's sheets
and a record is on repeat
across the street… in an empty bar.
You put your clothes on, find the door and then it starts to rain.
You pull your hood above your head,
and you wonder what was said,
that led to bed… and back again.
Torn genes, from the leather queens, to the cowboys and the clones.
Torn genes, from some magazines, not just words, but sticks and stones.
Torn genes, like those darker dreams, that can chill you to the bone.
Torn genes, like a silent scream, then you're walking home alone… with your torn genes.
You wake up of an afternoon, and wonder where you are.
You're tangled up in some stranger's sheets
and a record is on repeat
across the street… in an empty bar.
Torn genes, from the leather queens, to the cowboys and the clones.
Torn genes, from some magazines, not just words, but sticks and stones.
Torn genes, like those darker dreams, that can chill you to the bone.
Torn genes, like a silent scream, then you're walking home alone… with your torn genes…
Yet another example of great Space Rock from ex Hawks which surpasses recent output from the mothership. Congrats to Alan for a memorable album and giving the fans what they want. farhan1
A smooth, jazzy ride through psych-prog twists and turns, all led by an airy and captivating voice captured at a changing moment. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2018