There's a time ship built from
Old machine parts
Lying around in a shed
Hasn't run for a while
And there's nothing
That a king could conquer
In this world dear
To make it any more clear
I would give you my lung
Give you two if you want
And you shot me up
With a bullet
Not a tear drop
Or blood on the ground
And I'm coming to get you
What else can I do
With this time machine
Rusty like the sun
Dirty ghost dreams
Fill my nights dear
When I can sleep which is rare
And your many forms
Leave me mourning
And I take a deep breath baby
Before you choke dear
And I shut you down
In a coffin
That I built by hand
Thinking it was a boat
And I'm coming to get you
what else can I do
with this time machine
I wonder if it floats
I give you my heart
Not just a part of it
And I lay you down
With an arrow
And when you play dead
I bury you with sound
And I'm coming to get you
There's nothing you can do
When I find you
I touch you and you come.
A slow drip of Tropicália-infused psychedelia from New Orleans rock outfit Blue Basin: balmy one moment, aggressive the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2022