As I look out on the firmament
A cold and distant sea
All the jesters wondering where I went
I’ve been taking care of me
As you lay out all the reasons
And play your reveille
I’ll observe a change of seasons
Now I’m taking care of me
Given room and a little sun
and in time a flower grows
I’m taking care of the simple things
There’s a lot I need to know
I haven’t found all the answers
But the question’s on my tongue
How in the world did I end up here
Clinging to the bottom rung
Oh Oh, in the light of the setting sun
As the heavens breathe an overdose
A haunting melody
By the firelight of a southern coast
As I re-discover me
Given room and a little sun
and in time a flower grows
I’m taking care of the simple things
There’s a lot I need to know
I haven’t found all the answers
But the question’s on my tongue
How in the world did I end up here
Clinging to the bottom rung
Oh Oh, in the light of the setting sun
I’m all out of explaining what I see
Just afraid of what will be
Same old town with the same old sound
When it all goes down, I’m taking care of me
I think it’s time that I have some fun
In the light of the setting sun
I think it’s time that I have some fun
In the light of the setting sun
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020