Space Carnival has spent much of 2017 crafting a new batch of material and is excited to release the first single of new songs. "Queen of Cups" is a summery song that shows off the young bands pop sensibilities as well as a heavier progressive side. This little earworm of a single is slated for a digital release on January 12th featuring artwork by Tori Thayer. Catch Space Carnival at a show around NY:
January 20th: The Knitting Factory in Brooklyn NY
February 2nd: The Range in Ithaca NY
February 3rd: Olive Ridley's in Plattsburgh NY
February 10th: The Spinning Room in Tannersville NY
February 15th: Garcia's at The Cap in Port Chester NY
February 23rd: The Hollow in Albany NY (moe. afterparty)
April 14th: The Westcott Theatre in Syracuse NY (w/Infected Mushroom)
Queen of Cups Lyrics:
“Relax" She said, as she kissed my head, "All things float down the stream in the end" Her mind was washed out to the sea, it seemed to me the place to be. The tide will carry her out, her mind is never coming back to shore. Caught up in a giant fishing net as she tried to come back for more. She flows out into the night, drifting through fluorescent gardens. She speaks in color and in rhyme, unconcerned with the sands of time Always in the right place, in the solitude of her unhinged mind. a little kinked up and crazy, and this girl she's all mine. I found her on a beach somewhere with a sand dollar in her hair. She looked and smiled at me, she said that it was time for tea. She took me to her room and put a liquid record on. The sounds vibrated my soul, I turned to her and she was gone. Away away, oh away away. Away away oh away. She flows out into the night.....etc etc etc.. .....kinked up and crazy, and this girl is one of a kind. (Instrumental section) And so it seems I am a fool, entangled in her web of love. The water from her cup it overflows, dripping down from up above. She shows me all the world's unseen, she speaks the secrets of the sea, she holds the beauty of the world. She's the air, she's my queen. She flows out into the night, drifting through fluorescent gardens. She speaks in color and in rhyme, unconcerned with the sands of time. Always in the right place, in the solitude of her unhinged mind. A little kinked up and crazy, and this girl she's all mine. She flows out into the night. Drifting through fluorescent gardens And this girl she's all mine.
