Electric Circus by The Trees

It all began, with a chilling thrill, a cymbal's crash, and roaring chords, and the moments wick, burned hastily, but that chilling thrill still lives in me.

And those sounds, those sounds I found, were lightning strikes gripping my spine, from a muse who was calling me, saying welcome to the Electric Circus.

And I can't escape, it's like the undertow, of the ocean waves of rumination, but I'll know that it's something more, when I wash up on the shore to the Electric Circus.

And the people, who were seen dancing, they were thought, to be insane, by those, who couldn't hear it, who couldn't hear it, who couldn't hear it.

• Experimental
• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• Smooth Jazz
• Surf Rock
• ambient rock
• indie rock
• introspective
• pop
• Indianapolis