Beyond this blue shoreline,
To white mountains so far away,
A smooth ocean, train gliding,
To send spirits home from their day.
Small houses, passing islands,
Gentle waves reaching their shores,
Silent lawns, empty benches,
Six stations, then we may pause.
Vague feeling like I’d known this one before,
A half remembered subtle thing.
The sun streams in,
Warm breezes.
Young evening,
Blush sweetly.
Shadow people shrouding the platform slowly dissipate,
Into realms where shadows go when daylight grows heavy.
All land is just an island,
Gentle waves reaching its shore,
Silent lawns, empty windows,
Six stations, then we may pause.
The sky is burning out now,
Reflections touched by stars.
Look at me.
Neon.
Lights the way,
Through the night.
Take my hand, you’ll be alright.
No shadow’s lonely when it reaches the night.
Will you help me overcome my fear?
Be there when it’s near.
I hope it’s far off,
Some distant summer evening as the colors start to fade,
The shigawire breaks.
Take my hand and walk with me,
In the twilight in between.
And we shall pass beyond the sea.
But now lay your head and go to sleep.
Do I love another,
To cease my emptiness?
Do I confide beauty,
To ease my loneliness?
Is consciousness borrowed,
By minds that are compatible?
Does it transcend or just exist in my head,
To cease my emptiness?
Beyond this blue shoreline,
To white mountains so far away,
A smooth ocean train, gliding,
To send spirits on their way.
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022
Proggy Fairy Tales in vein of "Foxtrot & Nursery Chryme" Genesis Classics.
Composition, Instrumental acumen, and Vocalization are all top notch.
An awesome yet nostalgic present day trip in Prog Rock.
Can't wait for Part II! Agent K