White Cloud from 53rd State by Hugo Race & The True Spirit

White Cloud

Two country runaways
Gas glow Afghan brown
Last time i touched you
Twenty years ago London town
She wears the city all through her hair
She draws the starlight deep into my prayers
But she’s just one raging ball of confusion
Riots in her head
Into the climax you left me for dead
Incoming signals run hot and cold
You make the love
But you don’t own my soul
Get on a white cloud
Where all the good times go
Shoot it out like comets until the fire blows
You cut your family roots
You stole another name
You changed your life
But you can’t shake your fate
Get on a white cloud
Where all the good times go
She fixes her makeup and packs her things
Ready for the street below
And fades into the distance
Where the turbines roar
You make the love
But you don’t own my soul

• Alternative
• ambient folk
• electronic blues
• psyche rock
• space ambient
• Melbourne