作词 : Joshua Braunstein 作曲 : Roger Habon Tell me what it is that you see when you close your eyes? Who is there? What is there, in the warmth of your staticky mind?
Black velvet! Warm… warm... This is where we brainstorm
Black velvet! Warm… warm... This is where we brainstorm
Texture is a yes, amazing Eigengrau, the vibrance – wow The heightened sound is silence changing Shape-shift daydream Playing hide and seek with a range of brain-stream Main squeeze ideas that remain as brain freeze When you close your eyes, what is that fuzziness? The black velvet in the center of your comfortress I offer this: sweet warm optimistic dark abyss If this is what my eyes closed offers then my irises, I’d hardly miss, in the whisper of night Black velvet, never open your eyes… This is where we can go...
Black velvet! Warm, warm, warm, warm, warm... This is where the mind goes
It’s that fuzzy fuzzy feeling, white noise, My void, my voice is choice, So I choose not to use, it’s the truth Buzzing fireworks in my view Electrical charges, Phosphenes gorgeous And patterns are here, Flickering and warping, and warping, and warping, and w a r p inggggg…
Black velvet!
作词 : Joshua Braunstein 作曲 : Roger Habon Tell me what it is that you see when you close your eyes? Who is there? What is there, in the warmth of your staticky mind?
Black velvet! Warm… warm... This is where we brainstorm
Black velvet! Warm… warm... This is where we brainstorm
Texture is a yes, amazing Eigengrau, the vibrance – wow The heightened sound is silence changing Shape-shift daydream Playing hide and seek with a range of brain-stream Main squeeze ideas that remain as brain freeze When you close your eyes, what is that fuzziness? The black velvet in the center of your comfortress I offer this: sweet warm optimistic dark abyss If this is what my eyes closed offers then my irises, I’d hardly miss, in the whisper of night Black velvet, never open your eyes… This is where we can go...
Black velvet! Warm, warm, warm, warm, warm... This is where the mind goes
It’s that fuzzy fuzzy feeling, white noise, My void, my voice is choice, So I choose not to use, it’s the truth Buzzing fireworks in my view Electrical charges, Phosphenes gorgeous And patterns are here, Flickering and warping, and warping, and warping, and w a r p inggggg…
