Saw you at the party, I was glad that you were there, in my dream. Laughing, you were laughing, drinking coffee, and it seemed that sitting on the floor there, you were at least a little glad to see me.
In the morning, in the real world, with your eyes shut next to me— well I swear that as you lay there, it didn’t seem like you’d be happy to see me. So I'd leave a little note, and I would walk home, already missing somebody.
Yeah, I’d walk home already missing someone I never understood at all, and I walked home already missing my own body, the way it felt when you were looking.
Back there, at the party, looked around, and you were waiting just for me. Happy—I felt happy, I felt like I had somewhere to be. And sitting on the floor there, you looked at least a little glad to see me..
But I woke up already missing someone I never understood at all, and I woke up already missing my own body, the way it felt when you were looking.
So will you tell me why no white flame can heat up the earth at night?
And will you tell me why you don’t run when lightning strikes?
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022
A sprawling compilation honors the prolific songwriter, who died earlier this spring at the age of 52 due to complications from Covid-19. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 17, 2020