Icarus, work gave wings with which to play.
A bitter blaze burned when the wings they turned to flames.
With the sky so high and the air was once so nice...
And the sun in his eye was the peppermint slice.
Woke up today half asleep to take a train.
My mind is deep in pain and my eyes are cold and grave.
I tried with all might to remain within
life's light...
But the strain of the blaze just keeps snatching my sight.
And it feels so nice...
Feels so nice.
It feels so nice....
It feels so nice.
I warmed myself beside the burning remnants of a dream
which caught fire and lost flight by the flames of destiny -
who's only guarantee is a temporary gain,
ravaged by the flames and the refrain of the pain.
So we redream, repeat, driven desperate by the need
to succeed, achieve, while we're falling to the sea.
Although each time we fly we fall it is 'cause all decays -
not the fire in my spirit though,
i'm gonna fly away.
And it feels so nice...
Feels so nice.
It feels so nice....
It feels so nice.
A collection of 12 years of beats from Canadian producer Beatchild, this compilation offers warm, hazy sunshine in the dead of winter. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 1, 2021