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Tomorrow's Garden
03:58
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They rise above our heads like cathedrals
But every floor of offices
Is turned to floral flourishes
Pipes full of honey
Down lift shafts it's running
Basements of automatons
Dreaming halcyon
Kingfishers watching ponds blossoming
Printing sheets of water tension
Energy for generations
Tomorrow's garden hear my cry
Build it up into the sky
Tomorrow's garden hear my cry
Build it up into into
Colony
Colony collapse
We built it back
Fixed it up perhaps
Fill the air with tiny wings
Drive the city desert springs
Pipes full of honey
Down lift shafts it's running
Basements of automatons
Dreaming halcyon
Stacks on stacks of gardens growing
Spines and hands of farmers eased
Fill the ground with fish and seeds
Warehouses with food for free
Pipes full of honey
Down lift shafts it's running
Basements of automatons
Dreaming halcyon
Tomorrow's garden hear my cry
Build it up into the sky
Tomorrow's garden hear my cry
Build it up into the sky
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Salt
02:53
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My bedsheets like ice sheets slip off
And my feet feel the bite of the unknown deep
Where all the eels sleep
Lost histories creep
I wake up to the sound of waves
Radio alarm replaced with whale song
Every day that we measure it
The water rises into my bedroom
Every day that we measure it
The streets they disappear
Fields salted
My bed a shipwreck
My lamp Atlantean
My mother warned me
The coral reef has teeth
And we flee and we float above
Leaving lands and the home we love
Every day that we measure it
The water rises into my bedroom
Every day that we measure it
The streets they disappear
Fields salted
The water rises
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Wait, Wait! Dig!
03:21
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We wander
We wander
Wait wait
What if we bumped into someone we did not know had the key
Wait wait
What if we knew the clue somehow worked out in these sleepless nights
We know we know where it's buried where it's buried
Dirt under your nails
We wander
We wander
Wait wait
What if we bumped into someone we did not know had the key
Wait wait
What if we knew the clue somehow worked out in these sleepless nights
Wait wait
What if we knew the clue somehow worked out in these sleepless nights
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Faraday Cage For One
02:56
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It’s not quite a silence when I hear the hum
I’m not quite alone when satellites are out
I hear your frequencies when I am speaking
But they will not disturb the storyline
Through tinfoil I’m not listening
Delicious words are just disinformation
I will book a faraday cage for one, please
Through tinfoil I’m not listening
Delicious words are just disinformation
I will book a faraday cage for one, please
It’s not always conscious
The words that they beam
It’s not always known
Which thoughts are theirs or mine
I hear your frequencies when I am sleeping
But they will not disturb the storyline
Through tinfoil I’m not listening
Delicious words are just disinformation
I will book a faraday cage for one, please
Through tinfoil I’m not listening
Delicious words are just disinformation
I will book a faraday cage for one, please
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Post Coal Prom Queen Scotland, UK
Post Coal Prom Queen are Lily Higham and Gordon Johnstone. PCPQ have developed a unique sound by blending organic textures, retrofuturistic synths, and mechanical beats with ambitious pop sensibilities - fused together with Lily's distinct vocals.
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