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Okan Set
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Alternative
Okan Set was released on April 22, 2022 by No Dancing Records as a part of the album Bella Pacifica
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Release DateApril 22, 2022
LabelNo Dancing Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Axis Of
Axis Of
Performer
Niall Francis Lawlor
Niall Francis Lawlor
Electric Guitar
Ewen Friers
Ewen Friers
Electric Bass Guitar
Chris Wee
Chris Wee
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Niall Francis Lawlor
Niall Francis Lawlor
Songwriter
Ewen Friers
Ewen Friers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Fletcher
Peter Fletcher
Producer

Lyrics

The tent was wet when you messaged me bout the Okan Set,
The shade and the light, Earth's fireworks giving way to night.
I couldn't sleep, the wind and rain coming off the sea.
And up to the place, to place I saw the anomaly.
The trail was a mess, weather fronts tend to dispossess.
Work of art, a vignette, when I messaged back bout the Okan Set.
In a new hemisphere, trying to stretch summer for a year.
Compromised addressee, postcards got but they're not believed.
Strange traffic calming measures, I don't know what to do.
Clifton suspension and breakouts from the zoo.
Carnivores at service stops up at 22.
At Dartford tunnel we know what to do.
I hang my head, recoil in shame.
Sit on my hands and shift the blame.
I turn away or freeze and stop.
Laugh nervously, my hearing pops.
Flight plans and bed pans that hasten in defeat.
Clothing that bothers and burns at every pleat.
Fabled nutrition and spotless Sunday best.
The cold hard comedy they call The Day of Rest.
Wiped out on wisdom and sobered off the fumes,
It spoils the view from the hotel but there's one in every room.
Taiji, Faroe, Yulin, Horsens's where it's at.
Despite the smirk I can't hide the fact, the fact that
I know my rights, I know my wrongs,
Those pressure drops, unfinished songs.
They're just like me, my enemies,
Knee deep in muck and out of luck.
No hieroglyphs, no Rubik's cubes.
No made up names, no attitudes.
I hang my head, recoil in shame.
Sit on my hands and shift the blame.
I turn away or freeze and stop.
Laugh nervously, my hearing pops.
Written by: Ewen James Friers, Niall Francis Lawlor
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