a mile high ride (with COtu) in the Ozone
Ozone
……is a sunny, innuendo-infused, r&b pop tune best consumed before the dark clouds roll back in.
Written by: Church of the Undecided (COtu) × jh0st
COtu: acoustic drums, guitar, piano, sequences, programming, bagpipes
jh0st: vocals, lyrics, tenor saxophone
Mixed by: Tim Johnson
Mastering: “Steve B” Baughman of Next Level Mastering
Recorded 2018
O-zone
Tip a toe and walk around the no
Fly-zone flap a wings land a sea…
…Turtle like a feather
Sounds like brisbane’s weather
Like beautiful christmas eve still dressed for halloween
Of roundabout clouds go flying mile-high fantasy
Just to chase your morning kiss
To the rainbow’s end we missed
O-zone
What are we slyly waiting for?
Can we take any chances granted
Con-trails
Go up in day-glo in the mid-dle or in between
O-zone
what are we waiting for?
Fate or Chance… Or crash land in between
–bridge–
So fly on sky miles echoing empty seats
So cry on wings of stranger angels
…turn like a feather
Sounds like brisbane’s weather
Like beautiful christmas eve still dressed for halloween
Of roundabout clouds go flying mile-high fantasy
Just to chase your morning kiss
To the rainbow’s end we missed
O-zone
Shaking plane all through night…
Fate or chance?
Fasten your seat belts tight
Baby kicked the seat And nicked daddy’s cheek
Angry steward spilled wine tipping wings
Your free movie just became reality
O-zone!
Let’s pull our parachutes down to your sideways frown
O—zone, no fly zone
Crashing landing strip
Turn back time to summer’s breeze
…on winter’s eve
This song is dedicated to all you weary post-holy-day travelers, crossing across timezones, from winter to summer, from coast to coast, from up to down, from love to sort-of-like, from excitement to ennui and round-trip back again.
This song is kind of a pop song, but more like a postmodern post-mordem, signaling the end of that short little 1=week summer just north of the equator, now that it’s sort of winter.
This song is a transpacific leap of faith. You travel to distant lands of promise all at the slight chance of a little death.
This song starts with a flight which starts with a little lust for hope, then exhaustion weighs in. When you land on the other side you’re now the stranger.
These leaps are for lovers. Stuck in the cabin you see yourself and your other for the first (or is it the last) …time?
