King Gizzard and The Lizard Wizard - Phantom Island Lyrics
Phantom Island
I just woke up from a dream
I was in a place I'd never been or never seen
So I packed up my horse, everything seemed sweet
Found the closest speakeasy and ordered a stiff drink
F*ck, I never thought I'd lose my mind
I suppose sanity is easy to lose and hard to find
Hey, and can you hear that tintinnabulation?
Are all the bats in the belfry again?
A land-borne illusion breaks the ocean surface
Is this mental confusion or have I finally found my purpose?
Coconut congas playing in time with the waltz of a tortoise
A symphony of delusion as my thoughts finally realize their purpose
I hope this place is here in the morning
Or I'll be floating back to the land with the water bloated corpses
Their palm trees looking at me funny with a sideways belligerence
A symphony of delusion as my thoughts realize their ignorance
Paranoia's on the growth
Is that laughter or a crow?
Every rustle in the trees, a potential snare
Close my eyes and block my ears
Cut the cord and let me hear
Phantom (phantom)
Island (island)
Phantom (phantom)
Island (island) (woo)
Am I chasing shadows?
Reality superimposed
There are footprints in the sand
Hear the crackle of dry leaves
Every wave that breaks too close
Every whisper on the breeze
Every shape inside a cloud
Every star that's out of place
Everything that I believe
Throw it all into the sea and be free
Sixteen horses galloping
Twelve long years of grabbing
Grappling the bull by its horns
I can feel it in my loins
The crippling moon watch cycle
The lappin' rip, the risin' flood
The flip of the coin
It's another turning point
Phantom island, insane asylum
Phantom island, insane asylum
I'm the doe, the cat, the dog
The layman like our one true god
Let your bygones be bygones
Bow down to Set and Typhon
The long lagoon of rhythmic grooves
Bound and stampede running through the
Phantom island, insane asylum
Phantom island, insane asylum
Phantom island, insane asylum
Chantin' sirens ringing clear
The palm trees' heads are bangin'
Stuck inside, a mental seize
God, it's me, the sharp cliff hanging
We must retreat back to sea
Writer: Joseph Walker, Nicholas Craig, Lucas Harwood, Stuart Mackenzie, Michael Cavanagh, Ambrose Kenny Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Deadstick
There once flew a pilot, high and free
Danced with the clouds
Pirouetted with the breeze
But out of synch to the mechanical beat
That pulsed at the heart of the metal machine
Thought of their partner and thought of their kids
Thought where they're going and thought where they'd been
But a subtle change
The routine shattered
Prepare the mind
Arrange the matters
Deadstick (deadstick)
Deadstick (deadstick)
I'm a bird with a broken wing
Deadstick (deadstick)
Deadstick (deadstick)
This nightingale can't sing
Yeah!
I wake with a retch to the smell of ammonia and my eyes start watering
A shadow?
A body?
"Who are you?" I say when a voice cracks like a frozen lake
"I am your child
You are my mother and I'm sitting here dying"
I say "I got no children, I am but a boy, you are mistaken"
She sings "Follow me down through the wind and the earth to the edge of the forgotten seas"
"Save me from the hurt"
"Tell me of my worth"
"A phantom is taking everything"
Deadstick
Death wish
Panic in the cockpit
Praying in the cabin
We're all holding hands
Deadstick
Death wish
Lost all propulsive
Propellers ain't spinning
Being forced to land
Deadstick
Death wish
We're shutting off the engines
Blues skies are turning a darker grey
Deadstick
Death wish
Heading for the smoking hole in the airfield
I can't locate
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Save me!
I'm in a tight spot
Catastrophe
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Save me!
I'm 'bout to make a crash landing
Deadstick
Deadstick
I'm a bird with a broken wing
Deadstick
Deadstick
This nightingale can't sing
Yeah!
Deadstick
Death wish
I can't believe we made it out alive
Deadstick
Death wish
Send me help before I die
Writer: Joseph Walker, Nicholas Craig, Lucas Harwood, Stuart Mackenzie, Michael Cavanagh, Ambrose Kenny Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Lonely Cosmos
From the belly of the jungle where I launched
I fly through time as dead as it is cold
I miss my home
Lonely cosmos
Fading in the solar
Space dream floating
I've been getting older
Satellite burning
Galaxy shattering
Bathing in the cola
Bathing, bathing
Black Sea boating
Boating, boating
Alien freeloader
Loader, loader
Are we alone in this cosmic effigy?
Splitting timber before the axe hits
Snowball rolling avalanches, roses for the prophet
In the haze, a swirling mystic appears with a sunburnt kiss
Quicksand, sunken ships, are we alone in the cosmic abyss?
I'm inhaling stardust
Don't leave me floating, this is not how I would want to die
I'm sitting on Saturn's rings
Don't leave me out, this isn't how I would want die
Orbiting is lonely until you comprehend we're only stardust
I'm the furthest I've ever been from home contemplating that every meteorite is my tombstone
Lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lonely cosmos
I sent Ma and Pa sent some mail, will take 620 years to travel
I said, "I've seen beyond the ridge, from Milky Way until the edge"
But I still miss my home
Lonely cosmos
Writer: Joseph Walker, Nicholas Craig, Stuart Mackenzie, Michael Cavanagh, Ambrose Kenny Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Eternal Return
This old dog's coming home to you
Always return, I'm on a round trip perpetual
Always revolving, its habitual
Eternal return
Eternal return
It was, half-at-dawn, this morn'
The raining sky even more
Your eyes usually are full of life
Hiding tears not yet cried
That smile from my child
As I waved a grave goodbye
A drippin' wet, a hot dream of future memories
A life unfolds in front of me
I worry which reality (reality)
She would see
Do I do it for her?
Or do I do it for me?
As I compose myself emotionally
I have a vision of where she will be
Pulling petals off a daisy
Just don't forget I return eternally
Eternal (eternal)
(Return) Return
(Return) Return
Always (always)
Always (always)
Flying (flying)
Eternal return
Eternal return
Although I'm in love with the long road (long road)
Running from my limping shadow back home (back home)
Sharp green leaves of laurel turn to gold in the Oregon fall
Crimson rust, rising tide, sparkles in the California sun
But I must admit I miss the sweet smell of gum leaves
And the unpredictable, ever-changing, ever-seasonally
We had our life on lock
Oh, yes, we did (yes, we did)
There's more to it now than just living
'Cause there's so much more to miss
But now that you're here
It's harder and less clear
But I guess distance needs a yardstick for real love to hit
Which way is the right way down the yellow brick road of life
I'm tossing and turning between my time with a scarecrow and my tin man wife (wife)
There's a monkey on my back and he's telling me this ain't a bushwhack (wack)
Everywhere looks the same when you're looking through a magnifying glass in a small man's world
But as your face is changing, I have to turn my back
Please don't judge me for the sacrifice I make
F*ck, I miss the smell hidden in your clothing
I tell myself don't worry because I'll be coming back
This old dog's coming home to you
Always return, I'm on a round trip perpetual
Writer: Joseph Walker, Nicholas Craig, Lucas Harwood, Stuart Mackenzie, Michael Cavanagh, Ambrose Kenny Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Panpsych
Can you feel the weight of the earth on your shoulders?
Are you always sailing through troubled waters?
And born under a cloud, the earth, the sea, the sky
The earth, the sea, the sky
One roof, one house
What will be, will be
Find your zen, embrace the journey
Panpsych in hand
In every grain of sand
There holds a mind which can expand
From now until the next big bang
One is all and all is one
Spirit in every form
Thou art that and that art thou
Panpsych
The wind whispers a secret message for those who've grown ears to hear it
You're inside it, be within it
Panpsych
Slurp the sweet divine of the pearl oyster
Wanderer's amulet for the latte pastures
Next stop unknown to the primitive cockroach
We are omnipresent
Intertwined horoscope
I am trying to pick a path
Past the psychic wind
Past the astral dreadnought
I am flying straight through the stars
Gimme that life giving linkage to my higher self with a pure heart
I, I am the wind and sea
I am that stabbing pain
Creeping in your higher mind
Beaming in your astral plane
I am the bright red blood coursing through your little veins
I'm thought your arm has 'fore your mind can catch it feign
You've been bathing within me for some time
Between the wave and foam, I have been the tide
Unending illusion ad infinitum
But there's always exhalation
The dog on the freeway thinks it's in control
It's testosterone that makes the man think he's strong
Unbending delusion ad infinitum
But there's always exhalation
You're inside it
Be within it
It's creeping higher
Exhalation
It's coming down to the wire
This plane's on fire
It's you
It's us
Ride the magic bus
Crash land in the sand
We'll do it hand in hand
Writer: Joseph Walker, Nicholas Craig, Lucas Harwood, Stuart Mackenzie, Michael Cavanagh, Ambrose Kenny Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Spacesick
Spacesick
On my spaceship
Spacesick
On my spaceship
June 22, what I wouldn't do for a meal with you
Real fork, real knife, in a shit diner
The sound of metal on china
Remember when we rode the coaster
Remember when we sailed astray
You think they could've worked out the drugs up here
'Cause it's like that but floating in space
'Earthrise' doesn't hit quite the same
When you're being spun merry-go-round all day
God, I miss that grounding feeling
Grass on bare toes, gravity healing
Anyway enough about me
How did the little one sleep?
Did you make it to the zoo?
F*ck I miss her, and you
I've been dreaming in a virtual lab
When I stood up in class
Said I wanted to be an astronaut, they laughed
T-Minus 10 minutes and counting down, 4, 3, 2, 1
We had lift-off, we're heading out, that's when it turned south
The nausea's familiar but I can't put my finger on it
Never quite felt like this before but it's nothing out of the norm
The stimulating euphoria, I'm floating like a see-saw feather
Constellations settle the space-sickness, putting me back together
Moaning and groaning, rolling side to side
The parasites are building a city on my intestines
I see you swaddled by
The salinity of terrestrial fabric
Entangled in its love
I see you
I pull you taut, you dissolve
Between white-knuckled feelings
Like a hand full of sand
Retrieved by gravity
June 22, continue, I lost you there, must have been a solar flare
Where was I, yes? Ooh - thinking of them, and thinking of you
Since your brother told me they cried a lot
When they saw a guy who looked like their pop
Oh yeah, I'm not near to fuss about who pays the bill
The silver chairs that touch the floor, for that I'd give it all
Till then dreaming's all I can do, I love you, over, Stu
Spacesick
On my spaceship
Spacesick
On my spaceship
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher

Aerodynamic
A doorway opened
Endless ocean
Super highway
Scoundrels unbind
The ship was gently swaying, cradled
Smooth sailing in a wintery July
The silence of a lifeless soul
Shimmers in the early morning glow
Like the chorus in a Greek tragedy
The thunder's knock, knock, knocking
Devil's staring back at me, yeah
Lightning strikes upon the nose of my boat
As I'm shape-shifting and drifting, trying to stay afloat
Crystal clear, I got the vision of a deer in the headlights
The end is near without a fear in sight
The moon speaks to me this night
She says, "Follow my light
Like a moth's inner compass"
She says, "Chase what you can't have
Oh, this land-borne curse clings to you like algae
If only you were a star, you'd be not sedentary"
I said, "I have always wondered
If I could step out of my body
Would I be a fish out of water
Or like a school in harmony?
So, Miss Moon, if I could have one wish
I'd turn my hands into wings
I'd say goodbye to the fish
And I'd jump from the highest cliff"
Yeah
I wanna be aerodynamic
Never gonna get there, never gonna get there
Holy land is a figment
Never gonna get there, never gonna get there
Sailing for infinity
Never gonna get there, never gonna get there
Holy land is a figment
Never gonna get there, never gonna get there
This ship is a shipwreck
I'm just floating away on this barrel of pain
Is this just me stranded at sea in a sailor's dream?
I'll just sing to the sharks and maybe they'll think twice
They're just trying to survive in the world like me, alright
I ain't got hope, but I can't help but smile
That forty odd thousand foot of tears won't save me from an appetite
I accept my fate, my time is nigh
I'm just gonna sit here and watch the waves roll by
I wanna be aerodynamic
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher

Sea of Doubt
One, two, three, four
I'm on the edge of a cliff
Gazing into an abyss
Weight of it all crushes me, a landslide of anxiety
I'm in the forest of my mind
Adrift in moonless night
Where is the map for the journey?
Where are the crewmates who joined me?
Borne adrift, a fickle rout
I'm in a sea of doubt
Not again, not again, not again, not again, not again
Is this it, is this it, is this it, is this it, is this it?
I'm sinking deeper, submerging in the sea of doubt
Gotta tread water until I reach the shore and find my way out
We scatter the ashes from the singing birds' urn
Lingers in the air, then it settles into the earth
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
It may appear soft and subtle
And when you're trying to push up hill
The world tends to make you kneel
It's a harsh and feeble game
Your heart was full and then it sank
Breath bubbles to the surface
My anchor closed the curtains
Here comes the sun to clear the fog
Here comes a friend for me to lean on
Through the swell and through the cloud
We're gonna swim out of the sea of doubt
We stand on solid ground
We take the time to look around
The lightness of the air lifts me, a breeze of serenity
We're in the meadow of our minds, basking in its delight
Writer: Joseph Walker, Nicholas Craig, Lucas Harwood, Stuart Mackenzie, Michael Cavanagh, Ambrose Kenny Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Silent Spirit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And to my loved ones
Who navigate the currents of life and who, occasionally or regularly
Feel rudderless in the river
In this long night, there is no end
Deep dominion, Father be my friend
I stand on the shoulders of mothers long dead
Singing their stories
Life is but an eddy
So be a leaf in a stream
Eternally, we return to cycle through the song we learnt
I would say don't be a musician, my son
Be a doctor, lawyer, or a stand-up citizen
People on the street would stop and ask me if I'm proud
But I'm not proud
You did it yourself, I wasn't around
But time is pregnant with the past
With the knowledge that they lost
Time is eating its last meal
If they listened, could they heal?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And though I cannot hold you, you will know my presence by virtue of the wind
You know your daddy never knew what he was doing
It's all love
I love you
I am wind, I am rain
I am photon, I am wave
I am wind, I am rain
I am photon, I am wave
I am love, trauma, pain
Reincarnate hurricane
I have sinned, fanned the flames
Knocking on the pearly gates
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Grow Wings and Fly
Bye bye Shanghai
Bye bye Shanghai
Bye bye Shanghai
Grow wings and fly
Let's get real high
Let's get real high
Let's get real high
Transcend this life
I wanna drink from the beehive
I wanna jump from the tight wire
Like a moth into a fire
I'm gonna burn up on the pyre
Well, it's love at first sight
Moonstruck on this night
Sing a swan song on the lyre and fly away one last time
Yeah
When I first saw you lying there in wait
With your unearthed buried smile, I sing to my duckling
Yes, you must learn to use your wings
But it is I that will be taught by you to fly
The distorted view from my misty window has a thin ray of light that's got a peaking crescendo
The moon is a clock face that's tick, tick, ticking with a crooked smile
We're all in the rat race
Together we go the extra mile
Knock the surrounding buildings down
I'm calling out for help
I'm shedding my skin like a snake slithering
You gotta stop the overwhelming self-doubt
Catch me dancing in the summer rain with my tongue out
Writer: Joseph Walker, Nicholas Craig, Lucas Harwood, Stuart Mackenzie, Michael Cavanagh, Ambrose Kenny Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
