01 Come Down On Jupiter

The moment's an impression
Stark but evanescent
In your eyes
The time just kept a minute
For the fifteen I was in it
Abstracting the limit
In your mind
Until you learn that your life's Held in your arms

Could it be so real?
(Could it be surreal?)
Should it be so real?
(Would it be surreal?)
Could it be so real?
(Should it be surreal?)
Should it be so real?
Until you learn that your life's Held in your arms

With my fate behind my back
Is last Thursday ever real
Do the footprints make it clearer?
And they say it seems that the universe is blue
Seen through closed eyes
You make up your mind as time passes by

There's transparency in the shape of it
This structure that we're following, in our lives
Passing in one motion
I can feel it is provoking
Every little compulsion
That you rely on
Until you learn that your life's
Held in your arms

With my fate behind my back
Is last Thursday ever real
Do the footprints make it clearer?
And they say it seems that the universe is blue
Seen through closed eyes
You make up your mind as time passes by

Thrift shop cowboys
Bag your deals
Pull out your guns!
Thrift shop cowboys
Bag your deals
Pull out your guns!

The universe is blue
Seen through closed eyes
You make up your mind as time passes by

02 Rapid I

Pick the feathers out my pillow
At night I find it hard to let go
As the shadows spin

At night the streets are wide and well lit
But I'm compressed in it

Sleep is my weakness
Can't reach NREM
When I'm at my deepest
Dream I'm waking up again

The neons have room to breathe
(Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe)
Whilst the opposite happens to me
(Me, me, me, me)
Walls are closing in
Thoughts, they flicker like a fused lamp
(Lamp, lamp, lamp)
Embarrassed laughter distracts my mind
(Mind, mind, mind)
No control within

Light returns as by a contract with the day

but I am compressed in it

Sleep is my weakness
Can't reach NREM
When I'm at my deepest
Dream I'm waking up again

05 Whilst the Flowers Look

All you need to know

Is an instinct and you feel it in an instant

Will it satiate or situate ourselves?

If you’re awake, I’m alive

With a bruise to prove

And the sunlight’s in my hair

Whilst the flowers look

Listening to yourself

Can’t see the original face

Feel so overwhelmed

It won’t disappear

Nothing you can do but relax

Tears keep you awake

So what's the use in that?

A softer sight is serenity, together

Let me sink into this state, forever

Open hands aren’t broken hands

Let me sink into this state, forever

Scratch behind my ear

For an itch that’s not there

You can’t disappear

Even strangers see you

Elusive has the key

To an unanswered question

Got a bruise to prove

And sunlight’s in my hair

Whilst the flowers look

Listening to myself

Can’t see the original face

Feel so overwhelmed

It won’t disappear

Illuminate your room with a laugh

It’s something you should do

And don’t hold back

A softer sight is serenity, together

Let me sink into this state, forever

Open hands aren’t broken hands

Let me sink into this state, forever

Is it what we can see that will be missed?

Or have we a vision of a portrait

With a lot of the detail obstructed by the frame?

Life is holistic and remember,

We aren’t endless

Balance hope with reality

And be sure to take that picture out of its frame

E’ quello che vediamo che ci manchera’?

O la visione del ritratto che abbiamo e’ offuscata dalla cornice?

La vita e’ ollistica, e ricorda, noi non siamo eterni

Bilancia la speranza con la realta’, e sii sicuro di togliere

Quel ritratto dallaa sua cornice

04 Bobbi’s Second World

There's a world that welcomes her
(SHE’S A LADY NOW)
As she searches for mindless fun
(SHE'S A LADY NOW)
Breakbeat for her groovy walk
(SHE'S A LADY NOW)
I think she might have found
(UTOPIA)

There’s a new place she must liberate
Inside her own head
A reality less motionless

Overgrown in a world unknown
(WHAT'S A GIRL TO DO?)
No rest for her beady eyes
(FACING REALITY)
Panopticism
(LOOKING OVER HER)
I think she might have found
(DYSTOPIA)

Gonna step too far again
She trips over her conscience
A pattern hard to overcome

I have questions about her existence
And these two worlds she sees
she's pretty happy taking chances
Slow blinked romances
An air of naivety

What's the nature of this place?
(BOBBI'S SECOND WORLD)
She's an unfinished girl

I have questions about her existence
And these two worlds she sees
she's pretty happy taking chances
Slow blinked romances
An air of naivety

I have questions about her existence
And these two worlds she sees
she's pretty happy taking chances
Slow blinked romances
An air of naivety

(SHE’S A LADY NOW)
(SHE’S A LADY NOW)

03 Memoirs of Miso

Wandering Albatross
Speaks so very soft, in the morning
To a hesitant birthday girl
Garden of forking paths
Leads to the very house, with the bathtub rings
And memoirs of miso

Like a wide eyed child
Always leaving, never coming back
Like a wide eyed child
Waiting for something
When you're down and feeling blue
My home is where I be with you

Smoke in the walls and floors
Doorways from a time before, no-one can read
The ominous switch in French
Bottles and dying plants
Part of the comforting innocence, of Dorset Street
And memoirs of miso

Like a wide eyed child
Always leaving, never coming back
Like a wide eyed child
Waiting for something
When you're down and you're feeling blue
My home is where I be with you

Falling in love
Falling in love with the memoirs of miso
Falling in love
Falling in love with the memoirs of miso
Falling in love
Falling in love with the memoirs of miso
Falling in love
Falling in love with the memoirs of miso

Like a wide eyed child
Always leaving, never coming back
Like a wide eyed child
Waiting for something
When you're down and you're feeling blue
My home is where I be with you

Falling in love
Falling in love with the memoirs of miso
Falling in love
Falling in love with the memoirs of miso
Falling in love
Falling in love
Falling in love

06 The Square Eyed Pack

Will emotion fail me faster?
Bending through Venetian screens
As the light fades we are tested
Understanding eschewed from the feel
Preservation of a snapshot
Like the beauty of a dream, of a dream

Reassurance wrapped in fiction
Change me if I feel indifferent
Reassurance wrapped in fiction
Change me if I feel indifferent

Embraced by four foreign corners
I am able to believe
The passion of a person
Embodied by versatile extremes
It's not weakness that holds my mouth shut
I am cornered by your screen, by your screen

Reassurance wrapped in fiction
Change me if I feel indifferent
Reassurance wrapped in fiction
Change me if I feel indifferent
Reassurance wrapped in fiction
Change me if I feel indifferent
Like the beauty of a dream
I am cornered by your screen

Square eyed pack
Square eyed pack
Square eyed pack
Square eyed pack
Could it be a peaceful thing
If we had a monitor for a head
Showing our thoughts instead

07 7th Dynamic Goo

7th Dynamic Goo, always get stuck within it
Feel it pulling you too, space-time transcends the limit
7th Dynamic Goo
Don't it feel good, good, good, good, good
To an Orion tune
Don't it feel good, good, good, good, good

We're all natural dancers
Like the distant bodies in the solar system
We're all astral travellers
Space is a dance floor and we've been abducted

More space to boogie we rely on
Boogie to space!
Is it just a dream?
More space to boogie we rely on
Boogie to space!
Is it just a dream?

7th Dynamic Goo, always get stuck within it
Feel it pulling you too, space-time transcends the limit
7th Dynamic Goo
Don't it feel good, good, good, good, good
To an Orion tune
Don't it feel good, good, good, good, good

We're all natural dancers
Like the distant bodies in the solar system
We're all astral travellers
Space is a dance floor and we've been abducted

We're all natural dancers
We're all astral travellers

08 A Material Mistake

This place like a clock face

Is slowly ticking away

And the symphony of space

Has to stick to golden rules

What does the future hold? 

I am afraid it’s near

Can you feel the heat?

Can you feel the heat?

This place like a clock face

Is slowly ticking away

And the symphony of space

Has to stick to golden rules

I learn from the Earth’s unobserved phantom heart

That everything material is another mistake of ours

There’s an unspoken fear

And it won’t loosen it’s grip

Is there time to change? 

Is there time to change?

To stay with you 

To stay with you 

 This place like a clock face

Is slowly ticking away

And the symphony of space

Has to stick to golden rules

I learn from the Earth’s unobserved phantom heart

That everything material is another mistake of ours

09 Euro Borealis

In an orange room the past has parted

Seeing old friends to get it started

Chartreuse is all we need

Yali Yali at the ACU

Midnight cornershop cats coming through

And a raven’s breakfast too

As you look around

There’s idealism of another kind

Got a personality

And I feel as though it gets mine

The northern stars keep shining

The northern stars keep shining

This love keeps me alive, all the time

From The North to the Euro Borealis

Arboretum beauty to Skybar street

Whilst the road shapes moments in between

The eight-millimeter scene

Playing strings of desire where the city’s so small

In those last hours when you’ve seen it all

A place so distant to me

Is so much closer than it seems

As you look around

There’s idealism of another kind

Got a personality

And I feel as though it gets mine

Never New York, 

There’s an irony that gets me down

Got a personality

And I feel as though it gets mine

The northern stars keep shining

The northern stars keep shining

This love keeps me alive, all the time

From The North to the Euro Borealis

10 Space Samba (Disco Volador Theme)

Oh Disco Volador
Can you re-align the boundaries of my sensorium?
Oh Disco Volador
Love is haptic where a vision could fool anyone
Oh Disco
Brings catharsis to the party whenever it's thrown
Uh Volador
Send it flying to get higher than ever before

Oh Disco Volador
Makes me feel like I'm a being in the breadth of the world
Oh Disco Volador
When it's passing I am present but my mind is unfurled
Oh Disco
Satisfaction is reacting to the weight of it all
Uh Volador
Indecision is a vision of a fictitious force

Just like a feeling on its way
An object in motion existed on a plane
Can you see it there?
Gotta catch it yeah
Is all experience the same?

Oh Disco Volador
Can you re-align the boundaries of my sensorium?
Oh, Disco Volador
Love is haptic where a vision could fool anyone

Oh Disco
The reality's a tunnel that’s opaque to us all
uh Volador
Is space waiting, oscillating or is it cyclical?

Just like a feeling on its way
An object in motion existing on a plane
Can you see it there?
Gotta catch it yeah
Is all experience the same?