Upcoming Concerts for King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard
See All Concerts
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stu Mackenzie
Vocals
Brett Kelly
Conductor
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Vocals
Michael Cavanagh
Drums
Cook Craig
Vocals
Lucas Harwood
Bass Guitar
Wendy Clarke
Flute
Lachlan Davidson
Saxophone
Natasha Fearnside
Clarinet
Matthew Kneale
Bassoon
Tim Wilson
Saxophone
Phil Noy
Saxophone
Patrick McMullin
Trumpet
Daniel Beasy
Trumpet
Shane Hooton
Trumpet
Chris Vizard
Trombone
James Bowman
Trombone
Joe O'Callaghan
Trombone
Madeleine Jevons
Violin
Jos Jonker
Violin
Miranda Matheson
Violin
Ruby Paskas
Violin
Josephine Chung
Violin
Merewyn Bramble
Viola
Karen Columbine
Viola
Gemma Kneale
Cello
Paul Zabrowarny
Cello
Chad Kelly
Piano
Joseph Walker
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stu Mackenzie
Songwriter
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Songwriter
Michael Cavanagh
Songwriter
Cook Craig
Songwriter
Lucas Harwood
Songwriter
Joseph Walker
Songwriter
Chad Kelly
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stu Mackenzie
Producer
Sam Joseph
Recording Engineer
Ross Cockle
Recording Engineer
Lachlan Carrick
Recording Engineer
Joe Carra
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I just woke up from a dream
I was in a place I'd never been and never seen
So I packed up my horse, everything seemed sweet
Found the closest speakeasy and ordered a stiff drink
Fuck, I never thought I'd lose my mind
I suppose sanity is easy to lose and hard to find
Hey, and can you hear that tintinnabulation?
Are all the bats in the belfry again?
A land-borne illusion breaks the ocean surface
Is this mental confusion, or have I finally found my purpose?
Coconut congas playing in time with the waltz of a tortoise
A symphony of delusion as my thoughts finally realize their purpose
I hope this place is here in the morning
Or I'll be floating back to the land with the water bloated corpses
Their palm trees looking at me funny with a sideways belligerence
A symphony of delusion as my thoughts realize their ignorance
Paranoia's on the growth
Is that laughter or a crow?
Every rustle in the trees, a potential snare
Close my eyes and block my ears
Cut the cord and let me hear
Phantom (phantom)
Island (island)
Phantom (phantom)
Island (Island), whoo!
Am I chasing shadows?
Reality superimposed
Every footprint in the sand
Every crackle of dry leaves
Every wave that breaks too close
Every whisper of the breeze
Every shape inside a cloud
Every star that's out of place
Everything that I believe
Throw it all into the sea and be free
16 horses galloping
12 long years of graphing, grappling
The bull by its horns
I can feel it in my loins
The crippling moon-washed cycle
The lapping rip, the rising flood
The flip of the coin
It's another turning point
Phantom island, insane asylum
Phantom island, insane asylum
I'm the doe, the cat, the dog
The laymen lack a true God
Let your bygones be bygones
Bow down to Set and Typhon
The long lagoon of rhythmic grooves
Bound and stampede running through the
Phantom island, insane asylum
Phantom island, insane asylum
Phantom island, insane asylum
Chanting sirens ringing clear
The palm trees, heads are banging
Stuck inside of mental seas
God, it's me, the sharp cliff hanging
We must retreat back to sea
Writer(s): Ambrose Kenny-smith, Cook Craig, Joseph Walker, Lucas Harwood, Michael Cavanagh, Stu Mackenzie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com