Too many people
We are alone in this darkened room
Smoke swirls above my head
Mould fights for life on the ceiling
And I feel
They can hear my every thought in here
Now I can hear, they whisper in my ears again
When I close my eyes I see nothing from before
Standing below the blackened moss
that bleeds from every other home around me
In a sea of blue tiles I stand here alone with only a suitcase
And I have lost my home
People here they disappear
The forgotten shout but no one hears
Shibuya calls again
A sea of faces. But again, I am alone
In the busiest of places
Now I can hear, they whisper in my ears again
When I close my eyes I see nothing from before
Standing below the blackened moss
that bleeds from every other home around me
In a sea of blue tiles I stand here alone with only a suitcase
And I have lost my home
supported by 14 fans who also own “Net Cafe Refuge”
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell