Fresh psychedelic tasted song by Bollard
Artist about the track:
With a pulsating bassline and simple guitar work, this blends features of Bollard’s earlier work into a twisted and brooding soundscape. Half optimism, half pessimism the pseudo-spoken lyrics deal with collective consequences and the boundaries we set for our own responsibility.
It starts with an echo A meditation in time Slowly it awakens Tolerate the shifting line While the wind is cool and the water is warm Sit here contemplating A pen in my hand Not in the streets protesting A slave to no-ones command. Readjust the measures, so no-one is alarmed Advancement for our pleasure, keeps us all calm Each breath a little shorter in the footsteps of change There’ll be no morning after, a long sequence of days With no idea from where it came If this were a fiction it’s here I’d tell The colour of their eyes, of their hair as well Still I drive to work, when I know there are trains, Do you feel the autumn heat? Do you feel that it’s strange? Pay an extra dollar, the echo will remain...