A moody, contemplative piece tha sucks you into its groove.
Music/Lyrics/Singing/Playing/Sirens/Arranging/Recording: Tom O'Brien
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A psychedelic reflection on relationship.
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The sirens of fortune
They scream through the night
The echoes of virtue
On the side of the right
And fate only knows
If they'll get there at all
And who will get hurt
Who will stumble and fall
The red flashing light
Like a ghost in my room
In one moment bright
And then back to the gloom
And my own emergency
Is never called in
A cry in the night
Till it's day once again
The dawn breaks and no one can fix it
The night brings out something illicit
The cycle repeats in monotony
And never are we who we ought to be
You made me some coffee
Tortillas and eggs
And got me to stand
On my two shaky legs
You ironed the shirt
I had thrown on the floor
And made no demands
As I walked out the door
The dawn breaks and no one can fix it
The night brings out something illicit
The cycle repeats in monotony
And never are we who we ought to be
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