First Count from Suitcase Suite by Louis Jucker

We are living in the lightness
Until it falls apart
Idle in the wastelands
Our hands in the sand

Never listen to the madness
This is who we are
High in the chain of command
Our pleasure on demand

For something isn’t real right here we know
It probably is the air the wind
This feeling is weird and will not go
It probably is the air the wind or the snow

Fallen angels
on the earth of delights
Pearls at the sides of our eyes
That dropped from the skies

We will lay down
Staring way above
Waiting for the first counts
Our backs on the ground

For something isn’t real right here we know
It probably is the air the wind
This feeling is weird and will not go
It probably is the air the wind or the snow

• Folk
• alt-folk
• indie folk
• lo-fi
• weirdo
• La Chaux De Fonds