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Reaching out to touch you but
You're literally out of reach
Did the best I could, but
You left me piece by piece
Bandit from another planet
Uranus without features
It's so hard to understand it
So far away you just can't reach us
Your heart is in the streets
And your head is in the sky
Patterns of colors in beats
And your dreams are so alive
So alive, your dreams are so alive
In the heat I saw you look at me
your strange eyes mesmerizing
Hypnotizing me, and I can't sleep
ever again, too busy fantasizing
Your heart is in the streets…
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2. |
Popular Music In Theory
03:09
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Hello
I'm inside this song
Now inside your head
Would you like to sing along?
Music rules your life
Takes away the pain
Comes to save the world
Dries away the rain
It can turn to noise
It can turn to love
The chords and the voice
Fits like a glove
And the choir goes
La la la la la la la la
Tell me, who wants to sing
A song in the spring?
Who wants to write a song
For the world to begin?
Hello
We are the songs
From a long long way
Back of your head
Hello
Greetings
Bon soir
Guten Abend
Godaften
Hola
Marhaba
Ciao
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3. |
The Best
04:48
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We stepped inside and looked around, what have we found?
He asked me how to turn it down, how to stop the sound
we looked each other into the eyes but no connection
I could not find the warming words to release the tension
The crowd was passing by and I only saw him in the eye
for a little weird while, and it was making me feel alive
stressful sounds and random noise is taking him away
but we can turn his troubled times into yesterday
I heard his voice and felt a shiver deep down in my bones
and there is zero reason that he should be alone
He can say what he wants to say and let it all out
I want him to feel free around me, I want him to break out
I spent a lot of time listening to other people's words
but I have to say that what he says comes out slurred
I think his ways of activism is better than the rest
the chances he takes, the change he makes, makes him the best
Activist
optimist
pacifist
idealist
problems fixed
technicalities
functionalities
the technician is a magician
or perhaps
a witch
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4. |
Border Control
03:30
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These are our lives and they’re happening soon
There is no tommorow, only a long line of yesterdays
There is no future, only calculated scenarios
There is no existence, only cause and effect
There are no mysteries
only questions you can’t ask
Love is not a border control
and the guards will let us pass
Let us pass
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5. |
Pro Tempore
03:13
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The concrete wall stalls me again tonight
I am staring into nothing and nothing pulls me in
Nothing captures me, and nothing incapsulates me
Salvaged by outside sounds, the noises turning into songs
Punctuated by strange rhythms and cars passing by;
I make a cup of tea, and I am temporarily pacified;
I am frantically tapping pencil on table
Thoughts gathering, then scattering on paper
I close my eyes, I float away on a dream of escape
The beat of a skipping vinyl interrupts
It drags me back into normality and pushes me forward
I investigate and I digest information
I comprehend it all but it bores me so;
I go to bed, and I fall asleep
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6. |
Spring Reverb
03:43
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Stuck with the boring things
when you just wanna fly
Spread open your wings
and take off into the sky
So find the noise inside
please stop being quiet
Crank up the inner speed
feed your need to believe
This, this is the spring
and here, here is reverb
And there, there is the ring
We move in and disturb
Spring, spring reverb
spring, spring reverb
Put on your glasses
if it's all just a blur
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7. |
Hynek
04:22
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I nearly forgot that
we're alone in the universe
For a minute I thought we had friends
that we could talk
that they would listen
I nearly thought that it was OK
that we're not alone
that they knew
just for a minute
let's pretend
who are they
and what do they do?
What do they say
and what do they want?
Who are you and who am I?
Are we big or are we small?
Who are you and who am I?
Are we big or are we small?
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Social realism stains my entity
A constructed reality – of excitement! Thrills!
We hide behind metal and we cage our anxiety
What concerns us is this candescent yearn for cold remarks
A tribute to detachment, we fall apart beautifully
Spiral, sweep, curiosity of gravity
Elegy of the metropolis
Cautionary words cover time with cellophane
Stencilled slogans on the walls of cyanide city
I hyperventilate
Words lose meaning, purity is made clear:
I'm here, and here I'll stay
The crisis of now and forever
Inherent paradox of normality
Repetition. Repetition
I hyperventilate
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9. |
Darkest Dawn
03:23
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There’s a voice in my head
and a ghost lying in my bed.
I would like to take off and fly
but you are not what you buy
You need to wake up
in the darkest dawn
yes, you need to wake up
in the darkest dawn
What’s wrong?
What’s wrong is you’re gone
no longer in this song
don’t say goodnight
this is not a lullaby
You need to wake up...
If the voice in your head is you
then who the one listening to it?
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København bor inde
i os alle sammen
Københavns gader
strækker sig i dit sind
Mens vi cykler langs Panum
og venter på noget sker
skinner Sølvtorvet i regnen
og Nørreport vrimler rundt i ring
København bor inde
i os alle sammen
hvad enten vi ved det
eller ej
Vi klædte os ud som havfruer,
som soldater og som os selv
på et tag på Indre Nørrebro
de ku’ ikke fange os her
Vi undgik projektørerne
de brugte til at lede efter os
for vi svømmede på bunden af søerne
usynlige selv på infrarød
Alene i nattens mørke
på gaden i et hemmeligt kvarter
vi gemte os på Sigurdsgade
og forsvandt da solen stod op
København bor inde
i os alle sammen
Københavns gader
strækker sig i dit sind
København bor inde
i os alle sammen
hvad enten vi ved det
eller ej
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The Immoderate Past Denmark
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