The roar of the ocean is deafening
When you're the center of it
Waves crash, skies thrash
Through the sediment
Mixing it up like a drink on a Saturday
Going down like you've had better days
Meanwhile somebody sits
It's a seahorse lost and found
Bass so high it causes treble
An outline before the storm
A fresh take: a bible full of bullets
An old glare: a rose full of thorns
A friendly fire breathed among friends
It's not quite like you don't know
Like wet dreaming about
A suitcase full of unicorns
In New York you're gonna drown
The alarms are going off
The ground blisters and shakes
Crumbles and quakes
A fever bearing down
But with the roots torn
You're safe and sound
credits
from Off The Ground,
released November 15, 2011
Music & Lyrics by Tom Breed
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023