There is no place it does not know
round the pom and into dreams
it navigates the ebb and flow
like a stream
painted figures on the moon
are spatially deprived
they're smashing on pianos
everytime you close your eyes
and climbing silver spires
that are made of flying sails
whooshing through the air
and leaving silver dotted trails
the Oliphant does not care
it is not neither here nor there
or anywhere
open up and let them out
tigers, fish and guns
from the cliff a shot rings out
the legs are stretched and spun
a pomegranate spilling seeds
floating over endless seas
filling in uncertainties
new surreal entities
painted figures on the moon
are spatially deprived
they're smashing on pianos
everytime you close your eyes
and climbing silver spires
that are made of flying sails
Sydney group The Lazy Eyes turn out a dozen dazzling psych-pop songs, as strong in radiant melodies as they are woozy guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2022