You miss those days when you were young, carefree and single
And if you wanted to meet people
you could just go to a bar, drink beer and mingle.
Now you’re constantly busy trying to tie up all the loose ends.  
You have so many domestic chores to do on your weekends. 

Somewhere along the way it became hard make new friends
That’s not the way it used to be. 
The world’s a crowded place, full of so many people.
But sometimes you feel like the only fish in the sea.

People without kids who have dogs, they think it’s the same thing
You can leave you dog home alone
 but you can’t do that with your offspring
You miss those days when you could tear up your plans and act spontaneously
Now you have to juggle so many things simultaneously

You used to strut around like a free-range rooster 
Now you’re laying eggs in a cramped cage
Your life’s an unwritten book 
But every day you’re stuck on the same page 

You pick up a half empty glass of milk and you try to tell yourself it’s half full
You catch a glimpse of your pear-shaped dad bod in the mirror and you tell yourself you’re still cool

They say there’s an epidemic of loneliness. 
You think about all those old friends that you really miss.
It used to be that you could just pick up your phone and call somebody out of the blue
But times have changed and now that’s not something that people do.
When you stood in line at a public place you could initiate a conversation
But now people have their faces buried in their phones for the entire duration

Somewhere along the way it became hard make new friends
That’s not the way it used to be. 
The world’s a crowded place, full of so many people.
But sometimes you feel like the only fish in the sea.
The world’s a crowded place, full of so many people.
But sometimes you feel like the only fish in the sea.

Alaska Does She Miss Me? - Gaz Brownie

Troubled

Out of World

Smoke Another Spliff 150 BPM

Un poème chanté, une prière pour l’éternité. La voix caresse les mots comme un fil tissé entre mémoire et avenir. L’amour et l’exil se fondent en une seule entité, inséparables, immortels. Ghost Of Maya nous offre ici une ode intemporelle, où chaque lettre semble gravée dans le vent.

Lyrics :
Elle était et demeure
Tes yeux sont une épine au cœur, Ils me blessent… et je les adore. Je les protège du vent jaloux, Je les cache aux nuits et aux douleurs, Mais leur plaie éclaire l’aube pâle, Et mon présent s’écrit en leur futur.
Je t’ai vue hier, au port brumeux, Seule, sans bagage, sans adieu. J’ai couru vers toi, comme un enfant, Interrogeant l’écho des temps : Pourquoi l’olivier, que l’on déracine, De geôle en exil, de port en lointain, Garde-t-il toujours sa sève divine, Et son feuillage d’émeraude ancien ?
Tu fus mon jardin dans l’exil, Mon seuil interdit, mon ciel fragile. J’ai frappé aux portes de ma peine, Mais seules les pierres m’ont répondu.
Je t’ai vue suspendre au fil du vent Les orphelines de ton chagrin. Je t’ai vue emplir la mer et le sable, Belle comme la terre… l’enfant… le jasmin.
Et je jure… De mes cils, je tisserai un voile, J’y broderai des vers pour tes yeux, Et lorsque mes pleurs l’auront sacré, Il flottera aux rameaux silencieux. J’écrirai une phrase plus pure que l’aube : "Elle était et demeure."

Out of World

Mars Tech Records