Star Stuff by Slow Spirit

The salt the heat the waves echoing down
An empty sea-side street
You walk with a thought circling your head
Like a giant blackbird from a local legend

Your pace is brisk as you try to shake it
But the moon rises like a police floodlight
In the civil twilight
And points omnipotence
At your infinite inside

Ah, come on, look up
Come on and see the star stuff
Dancing like they’re laughing up there
At all of us
One day you’ll rise
In time like an ocean tide
If you listen she’s whispering to you all the time
All the time

The city street
The traffic pounding in the space
Between all of your dreams
You drown in grey
The music fades
And a cold wind blows your hope away

Ah, come on, look up
Come on and see the star stuff
Dancing like they’re laughing up there
At all of us
One day you’ll rise
In time like an ocean tide
If you listen she’s whispering to you all the time
Salt water pulses in your bloodline
And the depths pulling
The depths pulling in your mind
All the time

• Alternative
• ambient
• experimental rock
• indie
• indie pop
• indie rock
• post-folk
• singer-songwriter
• Winnipeg