Immediate download of 5-track album in the high-quality format of your choice (MP3, FLAC, and more), plus unlimited mobile access using the free Bandcamp listening app.
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Comes in a artfully designed 6-sided digipack with bonustrack (Shambala feat. Max Feibel). The booklet contains all lyrics and images by the polish Photographer Tom Wasilewski. Printed on heavyweight eco-friendly cardboard.
Come and delve into the world of TRANSIT...
Includes immediate download of 5-track album in the high-quality format of your choice (MP3, FLAC, and more), plus unlimited mobile access using the free Bandcamp listening app.
a particular night.
i failed to remember.
i unfurled the flag.
turned to the west.
last night there was a storm,
i abandoned the octopus.
it is still on the truck bed, but it is not the same anymore.
i turned my back to the sea.
i stood facing the road.
but my feet as if by themselves took a step
on the edge of the road.
i delayed the dawn.
i plunged into the woods.
i returned into the center of the night.
this road is rarely traveled
i have to manage some memories.
forget more than i remember
to reach the end of the woods.
redwood trees press around us.
above the stars are cold.
the river is moaning.
the sky is silent and vast.
Track Name: Do you feel it when I google you?
a cry that ends night into endless fields of housing. beyond them skeletons of new construction and desert beneath the pavement under a sky like watered milk. no bravado no shouting or abuse.
do you feel it when i google you?
this is not studio light. it is the arid sun which is singling out us. as the ones who will not be spared. in land slides and traffic jams apocalyptic peels of thunder and mist and lashing rain.
everybodies radios lazing on the same station.
passing back slopes of dunes to a hazy view of bay and headlands.
a pure sunset of the colours, steel takes on as it heats to glowing.
and all got blended together into a single public self.
though each listens in solitude and confinement and mutual silence.