Hej!
Mer släpigt triphop här. Fick slut på sångare och sångerskor, så det är jag som piper. Borde väl sjunga ett par tagningar till, -är väl mera en falsettövning nu.
En hyfsat deppig sak om ensamhet och isolering, men även lite hoppfullt i refräng om att man kan ta sig ut.
Words/music/sång/instr/mix/prod: Jag
Text:
21 Quinoa Road
the TV is on, lights up the room.
blue light flash into the gloom.
pointeless sales pitch cross the void
the nagging question you avoid
who will you turn to?
another night turns into day,
-you grab the phone, but what's to say?
you put it down and yet once more
the thought starts spinning as before
who will you turn to?
the mirror is staring back at your pale face
looks deep behind your eyes and into the maze
the image doesnt look into your eyes
the avatar is unfolding the old lies
scrutinating inside out, puts on mute while you will shout
the image glows into the dark, the lights are off and yet it sparks
you kneel onto the bathroom floor
and close your eyes until you're sure
the tears are dripping on the tile
its all so quiet, silent cry
open your eyes, the world's on fire tonight
I will walk across with you
tear down the blinds and open up to life
open the door, and step right through
crumbled paper on the floor
unopened mail pile at the door
narrow paths through old debris
if you stay in you wont be free
who will you turn to?
Im standing undecided here
the bell dies out I know you're there
I raise my hand to press once more
as I hear steps behind your door
i know who you can turn to
open your eyes, the world's on fire tonight
I will walk across with you
tear down the blinds and open up to life
open the door, and step right through
http://shatter.perfectbounce.se/21qr2.mp3[mp3=200,20,0,left]http://shatter.perfectbounce.se/21qr2.mp3[/mp3]
