Tune Out from Space Jungle by Sinooka

Oh, I, I reach for the days past
Days unknown, days that ain’t coming back
Kinda strange, the way I feel so detached
The world in the palm of our hands
So we don’t go outside
And they tell us we’re bound to expire

One of those lonely days
So ill-defined
House on fire, uninsured
Will we be staring at screens like we’re bored
Or will we put it out?
Can’t I just tune it out?

Oh my, ignored all the danger signs
Lost myself in the style of the times
In my hands, it’s daydreamer suicide
Cause my thoughts cease to swim when I’m all dialed in
Seems like everyone’s made up their mind
But my heart’s not on fire

I don’t know what to do
I keep falling back
Uninspired, I implore
Don’t let me stare at these screens, oh no more
Let me work these things out
My own words in my mouth

And the beat goes on
And the heat goes up
And the beat goes on
And the heat goes up
And the beat goes on…

• 60's
• Alternative
• alternative
• alternative rock
• blues rock
• doo wop
• environmental
• garage rock
• indie
• indie rock
• post-doo wop
• New London