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The Tangent - The Music That Died Alone: Playing on... lyrics
[Andy – vocal] Hide the heart in a secret place, Sprit locked behind our public race Lost in our forgotten years, Imprisoned by our mental peers, Playing on, through the Ethersphere Playing on, nothing interferes And in our own sweet time In our darkened homes, We'll sneak a listen, To the music that died alone Played across such jumbled staves Stay through dictated "waves" The bar lines slash like red-tape Across the manuscript of life, All its melodies trapped in templates, And designer culture's knives. Playing on, through the Ethersphere Playing on, nothing interferences And in our own sweet time In our darkened homes, We'll sneak a listen, To the music that died alone We hide such high ambition Behind the vestiges of smiles, Deny such throughts' existence With cheap "one liners" for a while Feeding to the critics, All the thing that might have been, Who turn ambition to "pretention" To "outmoded" and "obscene" Sell our dreams, to the mainstream's sway Mould our lives, to a typecast for today. We pay people to destroy us In the media every day So we'll know our place and keep it, And never want to move away.. |
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