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1.
Heaven 02:27
Dreaming about you you're living in another world you came to me in airwaves a wow signal to amaze me The world is fading out and all the clocks will stop the nights will have no end yeah the world is fading out There's a distant twinkle from a cold and lonely star beaming into the system we wonder where you are Hel-hel-hello? Dreaming about you you're living in another world you're living in heaven heaven Trappist, Gliese Proxima Centauri Where... is heaven? Where... is heaven? Where is heaven? Where is heaven? Is heaven? The world is fading out and all the clocks will stop
2.
Dance all you want we're all obsolete. Some day or any way, we're all in the dark we're all in the dark Robots are on parade And they come to you The robots on the program sing better than this they sing better than this The robots sing along Sing about their future And they write all their songs On their computers on their computers Dance all you want we're all obsolete. Some day or any way, we're all in the dark we're all in the dark Dance all you want we're all obsolete.
3.
Alive on a crooked line. Imaginations stretched and belief sketched. Hooked on, but we all will fall down some day or other. Some of us will lie about it. Some will already lie down. Pirouette your way around us, like a nail spinning through our hearts. Out of thin air and into thoughts and back into fog. Uneasily put to ease. Snap your fingers and twist minds. Easily let down. Pierce your soul and let it bleed all over the dusty bones. Easily. Dance off into the morning sun. Shake, rattle and roll. Ache our skin, caress our bodies with frank words and frail syntax; drape us in situationist slogans. Catch the drift as you drift around; out of thin air and into oblivion, you won't make a sound as you fall. The pavement devours you. Your mouth is so dry; you have kissed the curb. Add gloss to our days – it is the nights that you disturb. Leave it all to history, give it no specific memory. The moon howls for you. Our boredom is as firm as rock'n'roll. And it should be tearing me apart. But you are awake. The skyscrapers dream.
4.
( ) 02:55
Decadent buildings, Filthy facade Pavements, Blood, Rusty streets Mute guides, Deaf communion, Loot Loon, Window dummy, Rock'n'roll stars Pulp Magazine Movie Actor Messiah Temptation written on smeared lips Traces of Creation, Life and Death Eyeshadow Evolution Errors Evident Opulence, Sixth sense, Impotence Empty, Dead Kennedy, Blind stare Golden tongue, Swaggering conscience Drug addicts, Hookers, Preachers Vain and Able, Dishonoured, Disdained, Arcane and Insatiable Liquid truth, Beautiful horror illusion, grace, harmony, acid rain Fulfill Everything, Deny Existence Shallowed nothingness, Shape of God Suffer no ideals, Suffer no meals Shave, Shampoo, Skin, Soiled Shatter, Shame, Shock, Shrapnel Shelter, Sheath, Shroud, Shrink
5.
Disappear 02:25
Data and defunction I can deal with all day it's the living lives that disturb me It's too strange to even comprehend I can't explain, there's no words to say inaction has its own will to breathe and to feel free Where are you going? why are you waiting? where are you going? why are you waiting? Stasis is never eternal the future is always here roam throughout the now fill the endless space I just want to say I am happy when you are near because it gives me a chance to Disappear disappear disappear disappear Disappear disappear disappear

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A song about life on another planet. Another song about robots. And some poetry written in the near future. Science fiction music with human and technological perspectives. Thank you for listening.

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released September 12, 2018

Music by Søren Søndberg, except ( ) where Marie Kiholm does the vocals. Recorded in Copenhagen 2018.

Lyrics:
1 and 2: Søren Søndberg
3 and 4: Hans Christian Munch Andersen
5: Both of the above.

Cover art: An illustration of the Trappist star system from NASA/JPL-Caltech.

Thanks to BR-800 and other robots.

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The Immoderate Past Denmark

A band, but then again not really. Dreamy indie rock with weird ideas and poetic songwriting coupled with a lot of guitars and old drum machines. Science fiction from the future about the past.

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