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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stu Mackenzie
Stu Mackenzie
Vocals
Brett Kelly
Brett Kelly
Conductor
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Vocals
Michael Cavanagh
Michael Cavanagh
Drums
Cook Craig
Cook Craig
Vocals
Lucas Harwood
Lucas Harwood
Bass Guitar
Wendy Clarke
Wendy Clarke
Flute
Lachlan Davidson
Lachlan Davidson
Saxophone
Natasha Fearnside
Natasha Fearnside
Clarinet
Matthew Kneale
Matthew Kneale
Bassoon
Tim Wilson
Tim Wilson
Saxophone
Phil Noy
Phil Noy
Saxophone
Patrick McMullin
Patrick McMullin
Trumpet
Daniel Beasy
Daniel Beasy
Trumpet
Shane Hooton
Shane Hooton
Trumpet
Chris Vizard
Chris Vizard
Trombone
James Bowman
James Bowman
Trombone
Joe O'Callaghan
Joe O'Callaghan
Trombone
Madeleine Jevons
Madeleine Jevons
Violin
Jos Jonker
Jos Jonker
Violin
Miranda Matheson
Miranda Matheson
Violin
Ruby Paskas
Ruby Paskas
Violin
Josephine Chung
Josephine Chung
Violin
Merewyn Bramble
Merewyn Bramble
Viola
Karen Columbine
Karen Columbine
Viola
Gemma Kneale
Gemma Kneale
Cello
Paul Zabrowarny
Paul Zabrowarny
Cello
Chad Kelly
Chad Kelly
Piano
Joseph Walker
Joseph Walker
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stu Mackenzie
Stu Mackenzie
Songwriter
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Songwriter
Michael Cavanagh
Michael Cavanagh
Songwriter
Cook Craig
Cook Craig
Songwriter
Lucas Harwood
Lucas Harwood
Songwriter
Joseph Walker
Joseph Walker
Songwriter
Chad Kelly
Chad Kelly
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stu Mackenzie
Stu Mackenzie
Producer
Sam Joseph
Sam Joseph
Recording Engineer
Ross Cockle
Ross Cockle
Recording Engineer
Lachlan Carrick
Lachlan Carrick
Recording Engineer
Joe Carra
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
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