Well we made it thus far,
And thus far we’ve come,
From silver spoons to purple moons,
Now just a few feet from the sun,
And the heart can’t hold all the pain,
The pain is fuel to the fire flame,
Got to re-fuel again, and again,
So the heart can fly in freedom.
Freedom takes me by my soul,
We all need a little love,
The blue sky is a bright light globe,
Where are we coming from?
Where are we coming from?
And ill follow the moon, and ill wait for a sign,
To come into view, to be by my side,
And I keep my mind strong, and I know who I am,
As I wait on the shore, with my feet in the sand
And I sing to this tune, of the birds in the sky,
One chanting in time,
One singing up high,
And ill follow a trail, left by the lights,
Of the spirits that come,
Enchanting the night.
Where are we going to and where are we coming from
Where are we coming from?
Well we made it thus far,
And thus far we’ve come,
From silver spoons to purple moons,
Now just a few feet from the sun,
And the heart can’t hold all the pain,
The pain is fuel to the fire flame,
Got to re-fuel again, and again,
So the heart can fly in freedom.
Where are we going to and where are we coming from
Where are we coming from?
Ben Wheeler uses an East German synthesizer and a Soviet flanger to create hauntingly weird yet bright and open electronic soundscapes. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 10, 2022
The self-proclaimed "Latnix Future" artist blends Latin jazz, synthpop, and spoken word to emotional, transcendental effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 10, 2019