"Liminal spaces are transitional or transformative spaces. They are the waiting areas between one point in time and space and the next."
lyrics
Summer came, I felt my fever reaching past my head through me
Then everything went black along this highway
Itching, scratching, falling over, begging you to pull it over
Grab the steering wheel, we're going my way
Whoa, I know
Let's turn this car around
Really numb but feeling alright, hopping towns as passerby's
As vagabonds in train stations on highways
Floating through like ghosts inside of hallow bodies
Riding highs of remembering what being alive was
Whoa, I know now
We can't turn this car around
Summer came, I felt my fever reaching past my head through me
Then everything went black along this highway
Itching, scratching, falling over, begging you to pull it over
Grab the steering wheel, we're going my way
Whoa, I know
Let's turn this car around
Whoa, I know now
We can't turn this car around
We take nothing then they take all of us
We take nothing at all
Maybe one day they'll come back to us
Maybe they won't
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022