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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Stu Mackenzie
Stu Mackenzie
Stimme und Gesang
Brett Kelly
Brett Kelly
Dirigent:in
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Stimme und Gesang
Michael Cavanagh
Michael Cavanagh
Schlagzeug
Cook Craig
Cook Craig
Stimme und Gesang
Lucas Harwood
Lucas Harwood
Bassgitarre
Wendy Clarke
Wendy Clarke
Flöte
Lachlan Davidson
Lachlan Davidson
Saxofon
Natasha Fearnside
Natasha Fearnside
Klarinette
Matthew Kneale
Matthew Kneale
Fagott
Tim Wilson
Tim Wilson
Saxofon
Phil Noy
Phil Noy
Saxofon
Patrick McMullin
Patrick McMullin
Trompete
Daniel Beasy
Daniel Beasy
Trompete
Shane Hooton
Shane Hooton
Trompete
Chris Vizard
Chris Vizard
Posaune
James Bowman
James Bowman
Posaune
Joe O'Callaghan
Joe O'Callaghan
Posaune
Madeleine Jevons
Madeleine Jevons
Geige
Jos Jonker
Jos Jonker
Geige
Miranda Matheson
Miranda Matheson
Geige
Ruby Paskas
Ruby Paskas
Geige
Josephine Chung
Josephine Chung
Geige
Merewyn Bramble
Merewyn Bramble
Bratsche
Karen Columbine
Karen Columbine
Bratsche
Gemma Kneale
Gemma Kneale
Cello
Paul Zabrowarny
Paul Zabrowarny
Cello
Chad Kelly
Chad Kelly
Klavier
Joseph Walker
Joseph Walker
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Stu Mackenzie
Stu Mackenzie
Songwriter:in
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Songwriter:in
Michael Cavanagh
Michael Cavanagh
Songwriter:in
Cook Craig
Cook Craig
Songwriter:in
Lucas Harwood
Lucas Harwood
Songwriter:in
Joseph Walker
Joseph Walker
Songwriter:in
Chad Kelly
Chad Kelly
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Stu Mackenzie
Stu Mackenzie
Produzent:in
Sam Joseph
Sam Joseph
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ross Cockle
Ross Cockle
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Lachlan Carrick
Lachlan Carrick
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Joe Carra
Joe Carra
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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I just woke up from a dream I was in a place I'd never been and never seen So I packed up my horse, everything seemed sweet Found the closest speakeasy and ordered a stiff drink Fuck, I never thought I'd lose my mind I suppose sanity is easy to lose and hard to find Hey, and can you hear that tintinnabulation? Are all the bats in the belfry again? A land-borne illusion breaks the ocean surface Is this mental confusion, or have I finally found my purpose? Coconut congas playing in time with the waltz of a tortoise A symphony of delusion as my thoughts finally realize their purpose I hope this place is here in the morning Or I'll be floating back to the land with the water bloated corpses Their palm trees looking at me funny with a sideways belligerence A symphony of delusion as my thoughts realize their ignorance Paranoia's on the growth Is that laughter or a crow? Every rustle in the trees, a potential snare Close my eyes and block my ears Cut the cord and let me hear Phantom (phantom) Island (island) Phantom (phantom) Island (Island), whoo! Am I chasing shadows? Reality superimposed Every footprint in the sand Every crackle of dry leaves Every wave that breaks too close Every whisper of the breeze Every shape inside a cloud Every star that's out of place Everything that I believe Throw it all into the sea and be free 16 horses galloping 12 long years of graphing, grappling The bull by its horns I can feel it in my loins The crippling moon-washed cycle The lapping rip, the rising flood The flip of the coin It's another turning point Phantom island, insane asylum Phantom island, insane asylum I'm the doe, the cat, the dog The laymen lack a true God Let your bygones be bygones Bow down to Set and Typhon The long lagoon of rhythmic grooves Bound and stampede running through the Phantom island, insane asylum Phantom island, insane asylum Phantom island, insane asylum Chanting sirens ringing clear The palm trees, heads are banging Stuck inside of mental seas God, it's me, the sharp cliff hanging We must retreat back to sea
Writer(s): Ambrose Kenny-smith, Cook Craig, Joseph Walker, Lucas Harwood, Michael Cavanagh, Stu Mackenzie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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