Starry Eyed Surprise

It's as if someone turned on a random radio station somewhere between rain and traffic jams - and instead of songs, we heard a stream of dreams in half a dozen languages. The words seem to argue about which one is real, while the music patiently picks it all up and carries it away like a river carrying colorful leaves. Nothing is clear, but the mood is surprisingly right - as if the brain has finally been released on vacation without the internet or a plan. There are synthesizers like from a VHS tape, vocals like the echolocation of a dream, and the feeling that it has all been heard somewhere before - maybe in a dream, maybe on an old phone. The main thing is not to try to figure it out. Just let the sound decide for itself where it begins and where it ends.