Oberon from Partly Cloudy by FLOWERTRUCK

Like the magic of the afternoon
Feel the sky about to split
Love looks with eyes but with mind too
Passion burning out our wits
Good things I wish I sought protection from
How can you believe all that?
Now we’re slowly waking up to views
Of the sleep of sorrow’s back

These are all
Those moments that you thought were gone
You don’t need those dreams at all

False imaginings of perfect blue
watch our souls dance in the sky
Willows crashing from the weight of truth
Forests flooded from our lies
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Squabbling on the banks where wild thyme grows
Reaping what you left under rain
Finding out what you supposed

These are all
Those moments you thought were gone
You don’t need those dreams at all

Like a tree about to fall
Watch the big hand hit the twelve
What are you still waiting for

Oberon
Come and help me
He won’t talk
He won’t listen
He just runs
From my presence
After all
He don’t need those dreams anymore

Like a tree about to fall
No more wishing anymore
Watch the big hand hit the twelve
What are you still waiting for
You don’t need those dreams at all!

• Alternative
• Australian indie
• DIY
• garage
• indie rock
• post-punk
• Sydney