I am going on the road,
Wide open sky,
And a high ceiling,
Made of clouds, my little bear,
I am going on the road, wide open sky,
And a high ceiling made of clouds, my little bear,
For you, for you, for you, for you I am about to find a toy
Sleep well until then, and don’t look for me,
I will come back flying on a broom.
Ref:
It is not your fault you are so naughty
You are a witch, you are wild,
That is your job
I am going on the road,
And the sun has awaken
So it can be water and food
For me.
I am going on the road, and the sun has awaken,
So it can be water and food for me,
For you, for you, for you, for you, for you I am about to find a toy.
Sleep well until then, don’t ask for me,
I will come back flying on a broom.
Ref:
It is not your fault you are so naughty
You are a witch, you are wild,
That is your job
It is not your fault you are so naughty
You are a witch, you are wild,
That is your job
Savant-garde, almost-sacred, deep - yet narrow. An archaic, repetitive scribble with a hypnotic quality. Skopje’s underground is a cold, lonely place (and the walls are screaming) Ako nikoj ne sviri
Dreamy, intimate experimental pop, part of the artist's challenge to herself to write and record a song every single day of the year. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2017