Indie music blog. Their music, our words, in perfect harmony.
This song reminded me of the 70’s Pink Floyd-type psychedelic rock wrapped in musicals of the same era, particularly Hair, from more than one perspective: one, of course, is the music, and the other is the content. Urbanes don’t shy away from speaking their minds which is a blessing because their words are beautiful.
without anyone else here at all I realise that it’s time that I must be leaving,
each time you find yourself hitting a wall as you see glass falling from the ceiling
the season is flawless, the pearls on your skin saunter, abstract but certain’s the feeling
talk to me,
I’m happy to cling to you,
beautiful girls pervade my past times,
all my dreams surreal and lifelike,
glancing eyes that feel like the first time,
always turn back on my heels
I’m so in love with feeling forlorn, the sight of life walking away,
are we truly romantics invested because we’re willing to sign our names,
in a crowded city breathing in and out lovers, keep your gestures I want to be swayed
This post is part of #music365, my a year-long challenge to find and share one new song every day.