Up high across the sky is a world in love with a dream
Way down below lie the cities and roads where nothing is quite what it seems
Where people cling to their things and their patterns
Floating ... I leave the world in a different way when I'm
Floating ... through the stars as they shake the Milky Way
Floating ... there's no time to guess what's in your nest when you're floating
Amber antennas in lavender skies transmitting orange and red
Translucent armies of blue butterflies fluttering under my bed
I heard everything that you said in monochrome rainbows
Now baby please hold me
Floating ... I levitate ten miles above the moon
Floating ... I'm hovering in the corner of your room
Molting ... the feathers fall - can't keep me down when I'm floating
She picks a flower for the March hare who lives beneath the fir tree
See through the windowpane he's left his aeroplane to somersault without wings
At first I thought it was me till he melted through you
Floating ... I disappear into the stratosphear
Floating ... you see me here but I'm really over there
Floating ... I move through the night like a satellite when I'm floating
Back down to life on the ground ... see things the ordinary way
To know how it feels to drift over wet fields and ponder the gravity rein
Oh, to float off on a wave to be swallowed by clouds
credits
from the Virgineers,
released December 8, 1999
Written by Ken Zawacki
This is totally insane pop psych on par with piper at the gates of dawn (well almost).insane lyrics on par with syd's lyrics.catchy,trippy bazaar .a true MASTERPIECE of it's genre. It comes with a hoax claiming to be authentic sixties. !!! paul rote
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024
Much as the mystical whisperings of acid folk oft evoke fancies of mist shrouded woods and meadow blooms swaying in a breeze in my mind, I don’t care much for the underlying dark taint of despair and sorrow herein. However, I was eager to research some of these artists. I wouldn’t have bought this if I’d known beforehand I’d be supporting the disgusting music of a blasphemer by the name of James McKeown. Most of his ‘music’ is sick and evil. Like the poor soul on this cover. 5/10. Alrihkh