The first sounds bear imagery of coming up from the depths of the darkened ocean at the break of dawn to the bright shining silver above, breaking out of the surface with the first vocal bursts.
Upward still, until the entire bubbled snowglobe of rainbow life and long forgotten games of play, shooting through a supercollider of stars and sprites, floating in the thick and warm space between in anachronistic compressed time.
Swimming out of the center of the sun, burning until the relief of the surface and the cool. Radiating outward as a thousand drops of gold, raining onto the earth below as it hangs on nothing at all ... the driving rhythm feels like coming up into the highest of huasca.
We cannot understand many of the words placed together, and we appreciate the alluring confusion. 7(lust) has one critical comment - she would appreciate a female vocalist along with yourself. Beautiful work!!! Huh. Maybe good for a video or someshit.