Here comes the morning
Like a freshly minted star
Here is the day
Like a varnished vintage car
We could say our prayers
If we thought someone was listening
Oh we could catch a bus
just in time for the christening
I could shout your name
To the top of the pyramids
I could be a chorister
In a jazz band called the Chrysalids
So mind your manners
From one to 11
Dragons in their hundreds are like
Manna from heaven
Save all our soles
Patch up our holes
We'll see you later
Before we fade out...
fade out.. fade out.
Saddle up ambition
On the red-eye to Vancouver
Joining hands in the grand parade
Swept up like a hoover
Paramours on eBay
Guillotine their credit cards
When you smash an aquarium
You only get the shards
A diver from Baldivis
Had a sinking feeling
An underwater casino
Where the sharks were dealing
Chauffeur driven
Lost in Space
Heavenly flusters
Left no trace
There is an alien inside my head
I can't seem to kick him
Out of Bed
We'll see you later
We'll see you later
When we've all been fed
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022
Mostly recorded during late nights, hence the title, this EP is full of whispery synthpop that is both beguiling and mysterious. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2022