Morocco '68 is the third single of the band. 

While waiting to get in the studio, walking through a back alley, we saw this pile of photograph albums close to a trash bin and decided to check'em out since we had time anyways. Skimming them we found the travel records of a couple: Ted and Marion.

Together they visited many different parts of the world and kept a good track of all the places they've been to - thanks to Marion's thorough notes.

We found out later on that they both passed away. Marion left this earth first and Ted followed her one year later.

This song tries to depict them meeting in the afterlife celebrating love in places still indescribable for the human mind.

The song was named after a postcard also found with the pictures, now the single cover.

Hope you enjoy it. Let us know in the comments.

MOROCCO '68

Beyond Land - Morocco '68

This song was Recorded live outta rehearsal last month. 
Brett's Bass is DI'ed straight to the soundboard. Me and Alex have one SM58 microphone each hanging on a cable that coils on the amp handle before finding the soundboard. They hang in front of the speakers with the capsule facing the ground. Another SM58 is hovering above the kick drum, pointed straight to the side of the snare. Parker and I had a microphone each to sing, both also dynamics.

Basket Case

Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once.

I'm one of those 
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bones, no doubt about it.

Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps adding up.
I think I'm cracking up.
Am I just paranoid?
Am I just stoned?

I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She said its lack of sex that's bringing me down.

I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore.
So quit my whining 'cause it's bringing her down.

Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps adding up.
I think I'm cracking up.
Am I just paranoid?
Oh yeah yeah yeah

Grasping to control
So you better ho-old on.

Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps adding up.
I think I'm cracking up.
Am I just paranoid?
Am I just stoned?

Beyond Land Music