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Listen: 'Island' by Owenstone
Listen: ‘Island’ by Owenstone
We haven’t had anything new from Owenstone since his 2013 debut album until now and Island proves that the bright synth fun of the man is still well and truly burning bright.
Check out the track Island by clicking the link and more on Owenstone below!
LISTEN TO ‘ISLAND’ HERE
LA-based indie/synth artist OWENSTONEhas released a new single entitled “Island” – the first track he has released…
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Gangplans - “Summer Lane (Feat. Owenstone)
dance yourself into dem cushions.
I've made a new video for L.A. duo Gangplans
Official video made by Jonas Börjesson from Video Dept. for "Summerlane" by Gangplans feat. Owenstone
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Gangplans - Summerlane (feat. Owenstone)
"Summer Lane" by Gangplans feat. Owenstone
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Tomorrow night LiveRiot presents... Restavrant with Owenstone and Moonsville Collective at The Satellite!!! 9pm. Come all!!!
He wakes to footsteps on the street. The cars drive by, and though he tries, he can’t sleep longer. The shade has left him in the heat, And the sidewalk is not getting any softer. He was dreaming of a time When his world was open wide, Running and laughing with his brother. But that was so long ago, He wonders if he saw him now, Would they recognize eachother? Days, like smoke, they drift and float away. He locks his troubled past away. He hides his pride behind a sign at the intersection. So many faces every day, But it’s been a while since he’s seen a smile in his direction. He reads their lives behind the glass, Like faded post cards from the past. They come and pass just like his father. He takes his earnings for the day, Buys something cold to numb the pain, And finds a place he won’t be bothered. Days, like smoke, they drift and float away. I saw him just the other day. I’d ask him why, but don’t have the time And that sting of guilt hits me inside; It could be me holding that sign. I give him a buck, I saw good luck. Then, like smoke, I drift and float away.
