I'm at my grandmothers house, listening to my song, Luke, with Obama. He recently bought smokable gold and wants to smoke it with me under a bridge down at Långö Harbour. We have to go through several apartment and stairwells. Suddenly, Michelle is not there. I ask about her but Obama's not worried because they have a long lace between them that is attached to their waist. He pulls the lace slowly and put one finger in front of his mouth and says: "hush hush hush". Suddenly, his mouth becomes a cone that sounds: "Dodododododododo". And then I realize that's the sound of the clock alarm and wake up.
Searching for Luke
Smoky rock/soul, dirty harp ballads and ambient instrumentals from urban Malmö, Sweden