Operator from Neutral Paradise by Brendan Byrnes

stay out, lost amongst the new sights
go into oblivion and run wild
laid out before you lies your crazed mind
slip away from thoughts that only you know
oh, it’s so material
it feels right
alone

i came here, i can’t remember why
it’s like there’s something inside of my mind
an operator is on the line
and tells me what we can do with our time
living here

fade out, fluctuate, spin round
oh, it’s so superior to real life
go into oblivion and run wild
alone

i came here, i can’t remember why
it’s like there’s something inside of my mind
an operator is on the line
and tells me what we can do with our time

i came here, i can’t remember why

• Rock
• avant-pop
• exotica
• jazz guitar
• microtonal
• xenharmonic
• Los Angeles