The Periods - Smalltalk

Woke up this morning had the weirdest dream that big black flakes were replacing his skin He undoes his sheets and then a loud scream 1, 2, 3, 4 you need to get out of this door 1, 2, 3, 4 you need to step out of this door Let's make this a moment of silent reflection a trace of sweet revelation Can't see nothing of the overall pattern of changing No understanding of your origins No conscience of the multitude of worlds beneath you In this perspective you just keep being a mystery to your own self Despite your obvious pretension You're far from being a master to your own house You even forget the possibility of being just another failed species Music & lyrics by The Periods https://theperiods.bandcamp.com Smalltalk EP Engineered & recorded live by George Kostopoulos @ Fuzz Club, Athens Additional overdub recordings by Anna Manolaraki @ Groove House Studios (Nasia_vox) Mixed & mastered by Spiros 2Headed Dogs Typography by Tasoulixm Cover by Skamalas Thanks to Ragiadakos, G.Triantafyllakis, Phil Caponis & Mafia Special thanks to Spiros 2Headed Dogs Nasia - vox, electric guitar Nina - vox, electric bass Talin - drums Psychosomatic guitars by Technocat