Music Video

Reb Fountain - Psyche - Live at Auckland Town Hall
Watch Reb Fountain - Psyche - Live at Auckland Town Hall on YouTube

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reb Fountain
Reb Fountain
Lead Vocals
Dave Khan
Dave Khan
Electric Guitar
Karin Canzek
Karin Canzek
Electric Bass Guitar
Earl Robertson
Earl Robertson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reb Fountain
Reb Fountain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Khan
Dave Khan
Co-Producer
Simon Gooding
Simon Gooding
Mixing Engineer
Chris Chetland
Chris Chetland
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Rumours of the heavenly seed
Sprawling forth amidst the seas
In the bloom of her virginity
Rose beyond belief, Psyche
The alter lays bare blood stained shrines
Once glistening grows full of disquiet
We forged the frontier spring thaw at our sides
Man, we bought the lot, Psyche
Black death at our heels we slept for days
In love the distance an endless wake
Towing behind our weathered braid
Rudder and sail bend, Psyche
Adorned in lamentations those tears, those tears
The storm clears, Psyche, your fears what fears
Silence in our deep sleep of chasity
We're in the doldrums, Psyche
Sailing, sailing under a bad star
Who are we, who are we in this light?
Naught imaginable was missing
The outcome was unordained
The voices you hear are your handmaids
Performing unseen for you, Psyche
Reckless lamps stealing the night conspire
Resume wandering the idle oceans to inspire
A rare reflection, there are no weddings
We quit the sea, Psyche
When they observe how you traced the Earth blessed
Exhausted by toil assuaged of rest
Where does my Lord dwell guess
Shipwrecked we attest to your journey, Psyche
Sailing, sailing under a bad star
Who are we, who are we in this light?
Sailing, sailing under a bad star
Who are we, who are we in this light?
Do lovers under the same roof see the same dawn?
I cannot feel past the great prison
Small spaces holding us close
Keep piercing my heart, won't you?
Birds and beasts roar above the heavenly citizens
Cowards we sink like sea lions fluid once more
Cresting the waves, dancing in the living soup like a whore
Torn asunder, we cannot face the horizon
And yet we must
And yet we must
War pauses, and we turn to dust
War pauses, and we turn to dust
War pauses, and we turn to dust
War pauses
Written by: Reb Fountain
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out