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Belong
01:44
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I questioned the word,
detested the herd,
accepted the pain of the chronic contrarian.
Dragging that load
along a lonely road
is the heavy toll of freedom.
Chorus:
And so I lived my life following the mantra
"conformity is wrong!".
Today it's not that I don't wanna,
but I'll never belong.
I learned to despise,
to overanalyze,
to live for the fight - a raging iconoclast.
But somewhere deep
I envied the sheep
and the unperturbed enthusiast.
Chorus:
Because autonomy is what I desired,
a distance from the throng.
Today I'm free but oh so tired,
and I'll never belong.
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2. |
In my day
01:27
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Like the dandelion in your hand,
like the love of a one-night stand,
like the rush fro the adrenal gland
the years fly by and leave us forever banned
from the comfort of what we knew,
from the world in which we grew,
from the unlikely rosy hue of romantic semi-truths.
Chorus:
The fallacy of "in my day"
befalls a mind that's in decay.
Resist the allure of the cliché.
Participate or go a way!
The planet spins at a faster rate
as our brains all decelerate
until inevitably they stagnate
and recoil from what they cannot penetrate.
If we all lose our grip
on the world and our ownership
of the times that we witness, then why even exist?
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3. |
The predator
02:27
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The sun set on the millenium,
and it didn't mean a thing.
The morning was only an abstractum,
as was all that it would bring.
Chorus:
But the predator smells the wound that bleeds,
our possibilities are that on which it feeds.
And the dejection the frenzy breeds
is a mode of living.
The show flew by in the blink of an eye,
episodes without a theme.
Windows collapsed and ambitions died
on the quest for episteme.
Chorus:
But the predator smells the wound that bleeds,
and our alacrity is that on which it feeds.
And the dejection the frenzy breeds
is a mode of living.
Bridge:
As the noose is tightening,
the booze is fighting off the truth,
at least for a second of hollow bliss.
Pharos is crumbling,
Pythia is mumbling,
and we are stumbling through the valley of hopelessness.
Chorus:
And so the predator smells the wound that bleeds,
and bitter apathy is the state it breeds,
and I hope this will never be your mode of living.
Cause that's my mode of living.
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4. |
Retreat
02:30
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The old street looks much better now,
the world out there is calling a little less,
and nostalgic eyes have been known to be harder to impress.
Whatever was so green about that distant grass
is anybody's guess.
Yesterday's adventure is
today's axiomatic comfort zone,
and the thought of tomorrow's mistral chills us to the bone,
and we're so far away, so far away from home
and incurably alone.
Chorus:
On a rocket that's slowly losing speed,
starting to contemplate the ejector seat.
I always felt that looking back was equal to defeatm
but as I'm winding down, the impulse spells "r e t r e a t".
Bridge:
Memories are treasures no one can keep.
Echoes and bridges, compasses and beacons
disintegrate into eternal sleep,
leaving us lost, uprooted, and weakened here and now
with no anchor in the storm.
Without a blanket to keep us warm.
And no wisdom to inform us...
Chorus:
Hands off the ejector seat!
Don't retreat!
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5. |
Another horizon
03:35
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I feel the darkness coming,
it's catching up so fast,
but the getaway car is running out of gas.
Lost on the open highway,
maybe I could reach the hills,
but a chronophobic shelter yet remains to be built.
Chorus:
Cause time is flying and youth lying,
aspirations are predicated on the notion
that tomorrows will never be in short supply,
the implication being that there's a guarantee
of another horizon.
One day, that brutal mirror
showed wrinkles, stains, and scars.
I killed the lights to leave the worries in the dark.
The moment is getting nearer
when the lights won't come back on,
I gotta learn to see the beauty of a fast setting sun.
Chorus:
Bridge:
So now the mind's eye wanders back
during my first heart-attack
to the roads I didn't take.
Cause I never thought I'd pay
for a single wasted day
since I was always gonna wake up tomorrow.
Chorus:
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Utopia Now Berlin, Germany
Utopia Now started out in 2006 but had been known under the name Indigo since 2002, sharing the stage with bands such as Lagwagon, Anti Flag, A Wilhelm Scream, No Trigger, Good Clean Fun, Venerea and many more. However, the band was short-lived and split in 2007. Today the band lives on in the form of an online solo project by the band’s founder, singer, and songwriter, Stephan Serowy. ... more
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