life is full of shit and I am done
each of us has gone too far to return
somewhere in the skies there lies an answer to
you were not the one to will this end, no not you
we are lost when we play our games
we are lost we are lost
we are never found inside a whistling cup and we wonder why it stings
repeat all the failures of yesterday and we wonder why it stings
we are lost when we play our games
we are lost we are lost
so I go into my house and think about remembering
I seen it all before, I'm done
I seen it all before
invite you into my house, I want you to love me like no one else
invite you into my house, I want you to love me
so many times, repeat the cycles
do you sleep tight? do you wonder at night?
Is this destiny, or is this supposed to be?
Tell me is this destiny or is this supposed to be.
Tell me if it is destiny, or tell me if it is supposed to be.
If this were your one chance,
Would you do anything other than
what you wanted to do
Sound as a description of space, space as a description of mind, with rhythm defining the lines that connect and hold it all together. Dan's music tinkers within itself, without losing the groove. The Penguin Pilots
Combining sweeping pastorals with quirky synths and ambient textures, the UK producer's latest sets a new high bar for folktronica. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 7, 2023