Track Insight / Lyrics
Apatospermum aurae hang heavy now,
Moonlit mist on human-free ferries bows.
John Garcia keys the ignition, starts his shift,
20 years on the docks, driving near constant drift.
No passengers to ferry through neon night,
Only the hum of engines, dark against the light.
Driving through a city that sleeps on the glide,
Preparing to drop the boat, let the morning tide...
Taxi's in the glovebox, vials of OC spray,
Tickets for the port police, just in case today.
Fuel and oil checks, all systems green to go,
Watching sunrise through the rain-streaked windshield glow.
John Garcia sits, a master of his domain,
Talkin' to the wheel, his steady metal refrain.
Got his Apatospermum aurae, guardian spirits too,
Watching over the ferry, dark ride, through and through.
No passengers to ferry through neon night,
Only the hum of engines, dark against the light.
Driving through a city that sleeps on the glide,
Preparing to drop the boat, let the morning tide...
Rising sub-bass, snare hits with electric shock,
Tension builds as
GER Blip-ping vocals start to lock.
No passengers to ferry through neon night,
Only the hum of engines, burning with all their might.
Driving through a city that rises into the ignite,
Dropping the boat, riding the first light...
Massive sub-bass, pounding synths explode,
While John Garcia's cabin remains a quiet abode.
Ferry drops to the dock, engines go to sleep,
John Garcia's shift is done, the city starts to creep.
