Can you feel that sound, just beneath your skin; rhythm pounds within unseen, rhythm of the machine. Can you see that sight, just behind your eyes; rhythm grows inside feeding, rhythm of the machine.
Rhythm sound, pound surround, the cycle cuts again.
Rhythm sound, pound surround, the rhythm cuts again.
Music, emotion, sound, motion, noise.
I can see the pulse, just beneath your skin; your lust pounds within needing, rhythm of the machine.
Rhythm
I can see the thoughts, escaping your eyes; your passion breaks outside taking, rhythm of the machine.
Rhythm.
Multi-instrumentalist and producer Harvey Carter's light touch makes his pleasant indie electronica sparkle and move. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 12, 2024