*Pareidolia*, Hot Pink Halo
SpoilerMy field recording is from a six second video I took not long before I left Australia and moved 17,445km to Ireland. I was working with my best friend, and we were moving the entire contents of the art shop we worked at to a new location. The sound is a set of empty shelves being let loose down a set of stairs. Writing this song made me sad.

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I don’t know where to turn
I don’t know where to look
You’re in the art on my walls
You’re a line in every book

I see you painted on the sides
Of a Grecian Urn
You’re in the smoke that drifts away
As my matches burn

You drove me to the airport
Now you’re driving me away
You don’t call, you don’t text
You don’t indicate what’s next

Magai tinana I miss you
Magai tinana I miss you
And I don’t know anymore if you miss me too
But I, I fucken miss you

I don’t know where to turn
I don’t know how to start
You’re the voice in my head
When I watch my neighbour park

Your t-shirt’s in the masks I made
That probly saved my life
And when I sit down to escape
I see you in Riker

You drove me to the airport
Now you’re driving me away
I don’t know what to think since
You turned on your blinkers

Magai tinana I miss you
Magai tinana I miss you
And I don’t know anymore if you miss me too
But I, I fucken miss you

And when I look around
This room I just can’t let go of ya
Every single thing in here
Holds a trace of pareidolia

Magai tinana I miss you
Magai tinana I miss you
And I don’t know anymore if you miss me too
But I, I, I
I fucken miss you