Insomniacs unite! All we wanna be is knocked out. We engage, hypnotically awake, lying there, wondering which where we’re within. It doesn’t matter in the end. Everything’s an illusion — might as well be lying down for it.
This one, Shaker (later changed to Slept) was written in that limbo state — between stupors. I was even teetering when I recorded the final version for Since.
Physically, at the time, I was also between many locations — a living postcard.
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