If I wake up every morning with you on my mind
tell me, what's the use of all this conscious time?
With the day my synapses ignite
your name is the touch paper, a synopsis of my plight.
Reality is like the sun
It's not possible to look for long.
There you are, ruling the sky, I'll be damned
I raise my hands up to my eyes like fire brands.
It's not your fault and it's not my fault
it's the wheeling kite of desire
hunting for me in the field of your dawn
charging the sky
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023
Blue Mantra Rhymes, aka Ed Cooke, pays tribute to his current home of Bangkok and its folk traditions on this delicate new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2021