Spacecraft

[Intro (Spoken)]

On this side we have some widely contrasting examples taken from recent recordings to give you some idea of the wealth of recorded music

[Verse 1: Abhi the Nomad]

After the questions

Pops handed me a little tea, sleep and a blessing, uh

Feet keeping me warm

Tucked in the sheets with a mattress and bedding, uh

Laughed at the answers he gave

Like he was a pastor or something

He knew what I seeked

News of the week, I was weak, yeah

But now I'm strong, you should test me

The worlds fucked up past fixing

The motor is old and the pistons are pissed they ain't pressing

And me

I've missed one too many chances to win, I ain't losing the drive

Iʼm invested

Despite all the answers I lack

There's a purpose, I'm cursed, pursuit 'till I'm breathless

Yeah

A van and a press kit, manager, bed and a breakfast, a band and a set list

[Chorus: Harrison Sands]

I took a moment to breathe

Head first I jumped in the sea

With wet clothes and dry jokes

I spoke on to thee

Heavy I sway with the breeze

Stumbling over my feet

I took a walk

[Verse 2: Abhi the Nomad]

So in this argument now who's who and the point of it all is for nothing, shhh

Please keep quiet I've explained all the quirks, I am true, I am here you can love me

But

For the meantime the least you could do is know that our problems are nothing

And

Your nation is dangerous, the way that they blame other races for suffering

The earth still breathes on itʼs axis—fuck man, that has to mean something