It's a bird, it's a plane, but it's never my spaceman,
wobblin' around, stroking my brain-stem.
Soft, like silk, his green hands.
All day I dream of my spaceman.
I whisper away, but still I'm a train wreck,
watching the sky for signs of my spaceman.
Eyes like milk, he's homesick,
all day I dream of my spaceman. Uh.
Marvelous experimental music from this Tel Aviv musician that fuses outré noise with almost folk-like arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 13, 2022
These banjo instrumentals were recorded outside at night, so the backdrop is full of cricket songs—the perfect accompaniment. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 29, 2022