Tired eyes, crowded streets
And a heart that beats
At the pace of busy feet
Your gaze fixes on the faces of nameless souls
Who sit across from you
While your mind drifts into faraway landscapes
Celestial terrains
Don't forget to keep your soles planted
Or else you're likely to lose hold of the pavement
And float away
You can't help but wonder
If the eyes that stare back can see through your facade
Can they sense your fear?
Behind your skin is a spirit waiting to unfold
Into the atmosphere
Feet that will ascend from the earth
Into the ghostly mascarade
Another new find thanks to shazaming this track as it featured in the warm up tracks for a gig last night, really looking forward to listening to the whole work on cassette when it arrives. Md8177
Seattle band Polyrhythmics perfect a mad-scientist approach to afrobeat on their latest record, switching up styles and textures as they go. Bandcamp New & Notable May 20, 2020