Four Tet – “And they all look broken hearted”

A mellow sequence is interrupted
by light strikes upon the drum kit.
My mind is popping in a wild blue convulsion,
and the drums invigorate my inner child,
climaxing in a solo of thirds and cymbals.

Quiet, in the midst of a storm,
lightning meditates in the ethereal,
flowing forever in an echoing trance.