Voka Gentle - Necrofauna/The Garden Of Eden feat. Wayne Coyne (Official Video) - Radio Edit HD

Listen to Necrofauna/The Garden Of Eden (feat. Wayne Coyne): https://vokagentle.lnk.to/necro Pre-order the album WRITHING!: https://vokagentle.lnk.to/writhing Follow Voka Gentle FB - https://www.facebook.com/VokaGentle TW- https://twitter.com/vokagentle IG - https://www.instagram.com/voka_gentle/​ Tik Tok - https://www.tiktok.com/@voka_gentle WEB -https://www.vokagentle.com/ Written by Box Tale Soup and Voka Gentle Directed, DOP and Edited by Sam Kinsella Produced by Voka Gentle Styling by Imogen Mason Puppets made by Box Tale Soup Puppeteers: Antonia Christophers, Noel Byrne, Mark Collier Starring Olivia Norris, Voka Gentle Commissioned by Seb Fagg, Leafy Outlook Lyrics: I wake up in the dark. The sound of foxes mating reverberates around the inside of the quad of the complex of flats in which we reside, Like shrieking demonic children I can’t take it anymore, So I rise, Out of my body, up off the bed and into the shadowed hallway. I shiver, but I’m not cold. Not dramatic, not raining. I’m a spirit, come to haunt the dead. I leave my sleeping self back in there and step through the closed front door onto the street. The orange glow makes monochrome of the cars, Hunched over on either side as if ashamed to wait for their owners to return and slide a key into their ignitions. It’s a nasty, wind blown night, but I throw back my head and smile. Nothing says I love you like this thing, A carrot on a string (who d’you love?) I’ve had waking sweats from fever dreams, Guess I’m feeling the sting (who d’you love?) My gaze returns to earth and alights before me on a pulsing hole that has split the air open, Like a portal to another dimension. I approach it and climb in. Despite its colour and appearance, it’s filthy. It leaves stains of grass and mud on my naked torso as I clamber through, It’s like I’m returning to the womb. I emerge and I am in the garden. (Don’t let me interrupt, as long as they stop bothering us) I can see the awesome minds of Bosch and Milton, Hollis, Coleridge, I see a deer pass me by, and I break its neck, rip off its hind leg and take a bite through fur, sinew and bone. Nothing says I love you like this thing, A carrot on a string (who d’you love?) I’ve had waking sweats from fever dreams, Guess I’m feeling the sting (who d’you love?) I do not love this place. We only save what we love, and I do not love this place. [The Angel appears] I lift the veil from the horizon and see a future for us there. I believe you will be ok, I believe It will all, everything Soaring, soaring, Breaking through clouds, riding vapour trails all across the sky, I believe you will be ok, you don’t have to try, we will be ok, everything. (c) 2021 Leafy Outlook #VokaGentle #WayneCoyne #FlamingLips