Mind Telegraph to Telepathe

Driving in my car, late at night. Running out of time. Lights go down, that's all I see.
Listening to Dance Mother, the first Telepathe*'s opus. Magic girls from Brooklyn. A bit of MGMT. Feeling Disintegrate. Or Ethereal. I'm listening to it with care. Produced by Dave Sitek (TV On the Radio). Ground to floor. Breath of Life.
Female vocals whispering in my head, in loop. Thumping my brain with this sweet (neo)-psychedelism. Stars and reflections. Broken diamonds are twinkling like fireworks, it's an i-tunes animation mode. Forgetting for a while that we're stuck in this harsh reality of daily life. I would escape for a period of time. Wherever you are: this is diamonds and pearls, delicacy with obscurity.
I would embrace the sounds as my own oxygen. But it's real. It's mere and naive telepathe, titillating my cranial pathetic nerve til I drop one tear.
I've already lost it, I wish it could have last longer than a breath.
I'm awake. The redlight turns to green.

* Check the interview here

TELEPATHE
Dance Mother
February 2nd, 2009
V2/ Co-Operative music
Telepathe on MySpace
Telepathe Music