OctaveOrange- The post stoned depression drone lyric (full album)

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RC 500 Dual Track Looper
Lichtlaerm -Untiefe
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Ibanez ES3 Echo Shifter Delay
Orange Crush 35RT
Saxophon- Henry Strauch
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Lyrics:

Okay
here is the story
I had to go to work
you know
and I was driving my car
I was in front of this signal
this traffic light
it was red
and I had to stay there
and wait till it turned green
but I had this crushing nervous feeling
and I was not feeling well at all
and I was standing there
and i really hoped it will never turn green
I really hoped it will never turn green
that was my biggest hope

Second story

There were crows over me
and I was sitting in the hole
like so many around me
I was only there for a short time
in this futility
and suicide fantasy
and unwillingness
to live
and work
and making
and hearing
and listening
and walking
and standing

I was sitting in the hole but only briefly
not like the ones that continue to decline
lose the light
falling into funnels and get stuck
I was there to be reminded
to get up
to move
lift me up
I still have to drive
there is so much sky
so much sky is still there

Drive with a gloomy face
pass 2 crows
shiny black
they sit on the pavement shared next to cyclists and pedestrians
traffic lights
and cars
a fallen granola bar

My imagination created the past
the place I was millions of years
millions of times before
but only briefly
the crows and me
the traffic lights
the cyclists

Perhaps the thought surpassed my reality
maybe that's how I landed here
In the hole
with the crows
and the traffic lights


I create space for the here and now
the intoxication and smoke of the night on me
I smell the room
the sound
an echo from pub ponds
and I lie alone
on a ragged sheet in
the hum of a refrigerator
the gray of a spring that does not like to awake
after mentally feral days
after retreat days
emotional death days

Took place outside
took place in the city
lived in
walking in your mind
In my
I turn into the noon
to coffee
to clear water
in the face of the glued remnants that were once a dream

Wash away
wash away the past
and with contracted vessels
make room for the now


Less bullshit
less sinking
in front of promising tarot cards

I need more presence
more light and visibility
inside
outside
more flooding through movement
more power
less lying
dream
fireplace madman

Fearless detached plunging into small redemption
the great redemption
laughing at each other
negate chasing dreams
leave
free
mind wandering
accept what cannot be changed
aiming for the north pole
trust in the needle
and off you go

Chapter:

00:00 Post stoned depression drone
07:50 The granola bar
15:50 Interlude for the leftover
18:00 Fireplace madman