Tom O'BrienSirens psychedelic pop

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A moody, contemplative piece tha sucks you into its groove. Music/Lyrics/Singing/Playing/Sirens/Arranging/Recording: Tom O'Brien

A psychedelic reflection on relationship.

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 x