The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Church The Dead Man's Dream
Once I had a name, forgotten now I breathe the air in a century of wonder I can hear it now, in darkness, ivory birds Gorgeous machines, the sound they made like thunder The gardens drink, honey jewels and rapids The pageants passed down avenues of splendour On long afternoons, by enchanted ways 'pon elephants, so well I do remember Lords and priests and talking beasts Golden carts and telepaths Crystal skulls and screaming gulls Women glow tattooed with woe Coloured mists of amethyst Memories strong and days were long Dragons glide on mountainside Mandrake root, angel fruit Sighing winds on silver skins Asian transubstantion Unicorns, electric storms Junes and moons and afternoons Dream police determine the peace
