All of time in a mandolin lick. These guys have been travelin' cosmic since the 70s, riding guitar and synthesizer on a space groove toa deep blue panpsychedelic star reaction. We've been to the stars and back, and we are not the same. I saw it all in a time trance. Hurtling toward me on the driving beat of a synthesizer lock.
Lover come back.
They figure the black sabbath, but they fear god. They've been to Cairo. The veils fall and the hot beauty knocks you into a six nines space warp. Lover breaks hearts across continents and the linked hands of a love-shot universe. Jangling, soaring guitar.