Recorded at gallery of carpet. Mixed at on fire studios. Then brought back for mastering at gallery of carpet.
lyrics
Take this as a warning
we are not in mourning.
We walk the streets,
invisible suits drift on by,
like floats in cyclical parade.
A lonely escapade,
traveling across the antartic,
without a coat to guard ya
from the frigid cold.
Steaming from the water's surface below,
just another dream drifitng out your window.
This facet though seldom seen, is deemed to be put between my dreams and me.
There is no ground I can't cross.
There is no land which makes me lost,
no matter what the cost.
credits
from The Victor,
released February 22, 2012
On fire, Gallery of carpet
The Bristol band wed bright, hallucinogenic soul to propulsive jazz funk, resulting in the perfect combination of groove and atmosphere. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024