Fishing on the moon. Dreaming flying carps on silver valleys. A Lo-Fi journey into a small, amazing, fantasy world..
by AndxWaves

Fishing On The Moon

Worlds Under The Sheets

The voices of the Indians .. Body, Mind and Spirit!

Voices of Indians

Voices Of Indians

Lullaby

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY

Missing Since Thursday

Lyrics:
the air flows in motion, i'm watching from the distance
before we bury each other, the fumes come close to us

creating numerous voids, but the storm has just begun
it seems we were misemployed, and our core has been broken

when we all decay, symphony of grey
as the day will tell how much there’s left

who’s seen before views of clean light?
we stumble along these grounds
we are not strangers to this sight
the waves are crushing down

just comprehended how it feels to be demoted, still not far from home
deep in my thoughts I encountered safety, but I won’t neglect the fire

when we all decay, symphony of grey
as the day will tell how much there’s left

who’s seen before views of clean light?
we stumble along these grounds
we are not strangers to this sight
the waves are crushing down
the day is devised for us to dance
as the ether drowns, we glance
will I be there when no one else will take the lead?

a lack of sense, a waste of flesh, devastating our oxygen
I tried again, the clod won’t heed, will we get swallowed by the sky?

who’s seen before views of clean light?
the waves are crushing down
will I be there when no one else will take the lead?

Fume City

The melody and lyrics for my song “The Overlanders” are from a traditional Australian bush ballad with the same title. Overlanders a.k.a drovers were Australian stockmen taking mobs of cattle or sheep along established stock routes to markets, often over vast distances. Drovers were similar to the North American cowboys.The heyday of droving was from the mid nineteenth century to the early twentieth century.


Missing Since Thursday

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