When the sirens sound in the street
You want to see, oh you want to see.
How it hurts someone with violence or disease,
and you want to see. You want to take a peek.
That house we go to inside to make sure it burns
is only too far off from any return
to the darkness to the deep,
we are fishing now some place waist deep
in colors of red and cream;
we all dream sometimes without a sound.
That house we go to inside to make sure it burns
is only too far off from any return.
No, no, no, no, don't turn around.
Grown, grown is us in our hometown.
When you cut yourself and you bleed
you want to show someone how your colors seep.
That house we go to inside to make sure it burns
is only too far off from any return.
No, no, no, no, don't turn around.
Grown, grown is us in our hometown.
A truly psychedelic jazz record, “Bloom Anubis” ventures out into uncharted territory, with ominous tones & sci-fi synths. Bandcamp New & Notable May 15, 2021