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This track feels like flipping through pages of a dream you only half remember, but know mattered 🌫️ It’s poetic without trying, cryptic but warm, like decoding a love letter written in rhythm and breath 🥁 That djembe moment? it lands like a phone call from the universe 📞 Every lyric floats on that loose, hazy groove, and the chorus blooms like a memory you didn’t know you missed 🌀 The blender spun in slow circles and whispered, “It’s like someone stirred nostalgia into honey” 🧯 The fire extinguisher stared into the middle distance and muttered, “If I had a fever dream, I’d want it to sound like this” 🧽 The dishwasher paused mid cycle and said, “Confession, rhythm, and chest pillows? That’s emotionally hygienic and slightly unhinged, I’m in” ☁️ This one’s wrapped in mystique but somehow feels familiar, like a lucid trip through someone else’s sacred daydream.

All along the way it was a good time to be there
I had a dream of a testimony
Where they shortened the chapter 
For the morning delight
One night at the djembe
Like talking to God on the telephone
These things turn around 
And the message in rhythm was
My body was innocent!

All across the sky
Sweeping and sweet divide
Always gonna be this high
I love spinning time in the aether with her
Even in her fever

You were searching for Sunday's moon
You already knew the tune
And when the day dawned one July 
It was the only song to get you through

(chorus) 

I love to make a bed of her chest
All you have to do is confess
Laying an hour, I'm telling you now
All you ever did was impress

(chorus) 

I love spinning time in the aether with her
Even in her fever 

Aether

The Oocytes are the demo page for Two Five Burn.

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