For years I've stood on the banks of this blue velvet river
with the thought of all that could've been.
But now I'm wasted away, I don't drown
but if you don't grow, then I may now.
The same old song, the tide and times of me
The same old song but that's alright for me
I don't mean to flicker and distort, it's just my circuits bleeding out.
I'm faultered and grey, I'm burning off cells in this old mind
The same old song, the tide and times of me
The same old song but that's alright for me
Less than sleeping, night turns to day
Life is a null when the pleasure's rinsed away.
We linger on a foolish whim and hopeless prayer
Life is a null when the pleasure's rinsed away
Life is a null when the pleasure's rinsed away
Less than sleeping, night turns to day
Life is enough, but the pleasure's ripped away.
We linger on a foolish whim and hopeless prayer
Life is a null...
...the pleasure's rinsed away
supported by 7 fans who also own “Through Rituals of Sleep”
BBT are standard bearers for modern prog, with a sound that evokes the spirit of those legendary 70s bands whilst managing to also be thoroughly contemporary. It's astonishing that over 30 minutes of music of this quality, with such high production values, is being made available for free - and their full albums are also very reasonably priced... Eleventh Earl of Blah