I was in a tiny aeroplane on a domestic flight between Sydney and Ballina in the summer of 2013. There was a malfunction with the icing system in the plane. We flew circles at gradually lower altitudes for almost an hour to give the ice ample time to melt so the pilot could land safely in my hometown.
This song is about crossing your fingers at thirty thousand feet in the air.
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I've read the inflight magazine. Times three.
Such a rewarding boarding
Exit emergency
Suddenly, I have Titanic flashbacks
"I'm the king of the" words
On the wing of the bird
I am Tarmax
Oh, the baggage limit
I know I've exceeded mine
And in the strident silence
"Tiny prayers to father time"
The universe's ruling curse is payback
I'm the Malcolm X of malcontents
I am Tarmax
I'm a claustrophobe in the thirteenth row
And I am flying home
I interlink my fingers and I lie back
With apocalypse upon my lips
I am Tarmax
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Max Goldstein makes "acoustic" music that is a unique mix of guitar, experimental electronics, and percussion. Make indie rock weird again. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 25, 2021