My new favorite ambient artist...The Caretaker.
It’s James Kirby, also known as Leyland Kirby (Leyland is his middle name), also known as V/Vm.
You know a dude is productive when he’s got like 3 pseudonyms…
I guess i should prob say what everyone else is saying about The Caretaker, that the music sounds like music from the hotel lobby in The Shining…
btw, is that a boulder smoking a cigarette??? God, i hope so.
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I took this video of Paleo performing his song, Three Stops to the Big Dream I Dream a couple years back at Plush. Sorry you can’t see shit.
Some of the best lyrics i’ve come across…
lying in our bed we look up at the feet of the ceiling
and we wait for the train. we go three stops more to a dream
to hell with your organs, bury me with my machines
see for yourself i see only what i wish to see
my formidable. my formidable foe
oh, all your light in my eyes. there is no bigger soul i know
true i have known no nervous truth to pierce my tongue
but i swear by the rain in her hair she could be the one
bird what do you say
this is the story of our lives
how we get eachother through the night
lying in our bed she goes over my head sometimes
her hair makes a kind of cathedral between our eyes
my face is the floor under her stained glass skylight
rise when i call to you. smoke to the top of the sky
bird what do you say this is the story of our lives
how we get eachother through
how we get eachother through the night
lying in our bed she is two grades ahead of me in school
she says she wants to be held back. she wants to. she is no fool
the first to the front lines of life they are the first to die
their faith like the faith of the moth in a smock of fire
the slow and steady sun will surely rise
and we may open up our eyes
but we can sleep a little longer. it’s alright
the sun will surely rise
and it will open up our eyes
you can sleep a little longer. it’s alright
it hurts when i walk these shoes they gnaw at my heels
like it hurts when i see you i thought that we had a deal
coke rots my teeth and my eyes are leaves of grass
still life is the hardest drug. it just lasts to the last
lying in our bed how we make and we unmake friends
we are talking a storm like the fate of the world depends
shame on your pride. the pictures here hang like scabs
shame on your shame. this dream that i dream went bad
the slow and steady sun will surely rise
and we may open up our eyes
but we can sleep a little longer. it’s alright
bird what do you say
this is the story of our lives
how we get eachother through
how we get eachother through the night
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“Did you know your girlfriend is a bird???”
“No, i did not realize that.”
“Hard to be humble when you stuntin’ on a JUMBOTRON.”
SO TRUE, YE. SO TRUE.
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