Someday by Echo Kid

It's your time to shine. Hop on in and fasten your seatbelts. We're sinking down into a timeless land of warmth that's been heard for a thousand years and will be forever known...

This is our ode to a sunday morning, to the holy morning after, to the bleary eyed waking hour when your whole life seems like some strange vision dream passing you by. The sun is shining, the sky is blue, birds are singing but everything seems to be asleep. the chaos of the night before is gone, the party's over, the band has packed up and left. The floors are soaked in beer and littered with wrapping paper. You rise slowly, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes, and stumble down the stairs to meet the day which has already begun to fade into afternoon. there is a quiet stillness in the air that seems somehow meaningful, though you can't quite place why.

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Wandering alone in the desert, treading thru the soft solitary night, crystalline silence of the mind, impenetrable as an atom, stars shining down bright, the heavenly light surrounds you completely. You are nowhere. The Lunar Sludge Band plays all night long forever and ever, they're always changin, people always comin and goin and comin back again. But the band plays on long after we're gone.

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