Overhead from Shamblerone by De Blimp

Those jaundice eyes
And sunken stare
Will fade away
And this repair
The folded slopes
Of solid greens
Are overgrown
All fills the weed
And this is known
This place to be
That far off home
Brings memory

This oxidized
Which overhangs
Is disarrayed
With different shapes
And overhead
It's come again
With nowhere left
Appears to them
And this is known
This place to be
That far off home
Brings memories

Yet closer still it disregards
They'll salt the grounds
They'll burn the yard
No longer still
This place of ours
No longer still
This place is ours
It disregards
They'll salt the grounds
They'll burn the yards

Everything
Is displaced
There's nothing there
If you took the chair

This everything
Which is displayed
To innerspace
When man parades
Across the room
And in the shades
And this reveals
That new charade
Of looking past
And doing trade
And this alone
It is their aim
This alone
Is their aim

Yet closer still it disregards
They'll salt the grounds
They'll burn the yard
No longer still
This place of ours
No longer still
This place is ours
It disregards
They'll salt the grounds
They'll burn the yards

• Alternative
• Psychedelic
• Rock
• alternative rock
• indie rock
• Canada