1. |
Wrong Kind of Music
04:38
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I’m back again
Do you still recognize me?
I’m back again
You hoped you’d made me realize
That I’m not wanted
I have these tunes
You may have hoped I’d realized
That they’re not wanted
I have these tunes
That I have made this year
Wrong kind of music
Getting no acclaim
And those who tolerate it
Deserve nothing but shame
Wrong kind of music
Every sound is wrong
At this point I can be certain
It's not your favorite song
Wrong kind of music
Is what I always make
But I hope one day there’s someone
Who enjoys it by mistake
Wrong kind of music
Every sound is wrong
At this point I can be certain
It's not your favorite song
You hoped you’d make
me so depressed that I could
not go on
And for a year
I’ve mostly stayed in bed
But I’ve made some songs
I have these tunes
You may have hoped I’d realized
That they’re not wanted
I have these tunes
That I have made this year
Wrong kind of music
Is what I always make
But I hope one day there’s someone
Who enjoys it by mistake
Wrong kind of music
Every sound is wrong
At this point I can be certain
It's not your favorite song
Wrong kind of music
Is what I always make
But I hope one day there’s someone
Who enjoys it by mistake
Wrong kind of music
Wrong kind of wrong
At this point I can be certain
It's not your favorite song
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2. |
______Kind___Music
02:06
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3. |
Arabella
04:02
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Someone left a note again
Every weekend it’s the same
Apologizing for the noise
Arabella is her name
All this party noise again
Dancing, screaming, gramophone
Sounds like a hundred people
But I think it’s her alone
Arabella, Arabella
Second floor, flat five
I hear every sound
When they fly around
Her flat and up the stairs
Arabella, Arabella
On the floor I lie
I hear every sound
When they fly around
My flat and down the stairs
I saw her yesterday
She was walking up the stairs
Looking quite reserved
Unhappy, shy and scared
Now I’m listening to a record
Opera by Richard Strauss
But I can’t hear a sound
Too much noise in this house
Arabella, Arabella
Second floor, flat five
I hear every sound
When they fly around
Her flat and up the stairs
Arabella, Arabella
On the floor I lie
I hear every sound
When they fly around
My flat and down the stairs
She doesn’t live here anymore
An eviction did occur
I think she ceased to exist
And I am in love with her
But I still hear the sound
The noise is still the same
Maybe it was made by me
Arabella is my name
Arabella, Arabella
Second floor, flat five
I hear every sound
When they fly around
Her flat and up the stairs
Arabella, Arabella
On the floor I lie
I hear every sound
When they fly around
My flat and down the stairs
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4. |
___bell_
01:48
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5. |
Someone Else's Life
05:40
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Quiet day
Her shadow in the sun
It’s afternoon
June 1891
She talks about
How we could take the stage
The fin de siècle
Will be our golden age
See the town
It’s where we used to be seen
In someone else’s life
In someone else’s life
See her now
When she’s who I used to be
It’s someone else’s life
It’s someone else’s life
Flying past
the artificial sun
The time ahead
It must be 1981
She looks quite young
or maybe it’s her son
Maybe it’s me
The future has begun
See the time
It’s where I’d like to be seen
In someone else’s life
In someone else’s life
See her now
When she’s who I’d like to be
It’s someone else’s life
It’s someone else’s life
In my life
I am shadowed
By the sun
Can I rise
From the shadows
To the sun
I’m in the shadow
And she’s become the sun
A minor star
In 1921
See the time
It’s where we used to be seen
In someone else’s life
In someone else’s life
See her now
When she’s who I should have been
It’s someone else’s life
It’s someone else’s life
In my life
I am shadowed
By the sun
Can I rise
From the shadows
To the sun
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6. |
________________if_
02:20
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7. |
Space Above the Town
10:31
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I see the town
It looks bright and shiny
It’s like a painting
of a mirage
It’s like a painting
Hiding the real town
Hiding the ruins
It’s a mirage
I see the space
above this old ghost town
It’s like a painting
of shining stars
I’m in a space that’s
under the ghost town
I see a painting
of shining stars
I walk around streets and I feel
like I’m on a war zone
Anyone could kill me now
Anyone could kill me now
People sitting quietly
Humans or reflections
Pictures of a distant past
Memories of a distant past
Do I have to leave this town again
I have to leave
The space around the town is dark
The space around the town is dark
Do I have to go to space again
I have to go
The ghost town has been torn apart
The ghost town has been torn apart
The spaceship takes me
Where my mind can’t take me
To the space above the town
To the space above the town
I see the earth behind me
The ruin of the town
The space under the town is dark
The space under the town is dark
Heavy gravity
Crushing me
Anti-gravity
Lifting me
On the surface
Alert: blue light
Underground
Alert: black light
Creatures sitting quietly
Humanoids or trees
Pictures of this planet’s past
Memories of this planet’s past
Everything’s the same
In every space I ever find
Do I have to go to space again
I have to go
To the space under the ghost town
The space under the ghost town
Do I have to leave this star again
I have to leave
The space behind the star is dark
The space behind the star is dark
Fly past the sounds and
Past the mirage
Fly past the whispers
Into the silence
Fly past the ocean
Fly past the mountain
From the mirage and
Into the ghost town
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8. |
Spa____________Town
09:16
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From the park I see
The building near the shore
In need of renovation
Since the last war
I think I see a ghost
When I reach the door
But I sneak inside
Staring at the floor
People in the lobby
Quietly appear
Look almost transparent
I hope they don’t come near
Are they about to drown me
The water’s coming in
Leaking through the ceiling
I feel it on my skin
The feeling in my finger
Like a deadly curse
And the healing water
Makes it even worse
I look into the pool
My reflection looks at me
Distorted, pale and vague
Something I can hardly see
By the pool I linger
This is a deadly curse
And the freezing water
Makes it even worse
I fall into the water
It bubbles like champagne
I flow out of the pool
and down the drain
From the park I see
My figure near the shore
In need of resurrection
Since the last war
I'm looking through the air
My reflection looks at me
Am I a reflection
It can hardly see
Sitting near the void
I’m beginning to forget
Who I was last year
When I’d not been here yet
My thoughts are flying past me
Or are they butterflies
They fly around the leaves
Towards the skies
Sitting on the terrace
I’m beginning to forget
Who I was last year
When I’d not been here yet
I’ll have a glass of water
You can have champagne
This day of nothingness
Can almost heal my pain
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Possible Space Turku, Finland
Unnatural pop music from the cosmic underground.
From Turku, Finland.
Possible Space is Robert Storm, with other members in live band.
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