Stereo Sanctity (Letra)
[thurston]
Seven
Seven
I’m keeping my commission to faith’s transmission
Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red
Satellites flashing down orchard and delancey
I can’t get laid cuz everyone is dead
Hey – gold connections
Analog soul waving in yr hair
Hey – hylozoic directions
She’s talking blue streaks everywhere
Your spirit is time-reversed to your body
Stereographic mix-up field on field
It started growing up the day your body dies
Only apparently, real to irreal
Hey – stereo stations
Perfect image, kneel down
Hey – hypostatic information
Come on let’s hear you turn it around
