Through Halls and Rooms No One Else Can See
Another of the collabs with my younger self, found a 15-20 year old box of min containing lyric notebooks and unplayable tapes, minidiscs and cd-r's, while cleaning out my mothers attic at the beginning of my vacation.
Trying to reconstruct some of them with the help of lyrics and notes.
The wobbly drum-machine at the end is sampled from a song on one of the other tapes that was almost working.
Not quite sure what the lyrics are about, but I guess younger me was a gloomy fellow
my bandmate Thomas K played the noodling guitars at the end, he insisted I should mute them, but I liked it so ignored his plea
I played Sigma Hummingbird acoustic guitar, Squier Mustang Bass, Casio VLZ tone, Korg Minilogue, Critter and Guitari Pocket Piano, Roland Juno 60, programmed drums and added some percussion.
I want to pick them out
those boring parts of me
Late night hours spent
Thinking futile thoughts about the end
It has become so hard
Just to sort out what's fake and what's real
What is real
I chase them every night
Sometimes in dreams, but mostly when I'm awake
Will'o'whisps and ghosts
Faces familiar, but yet unknown
I walk endlessly
Through halls and rooms no one else can see
No escape it seems
From life's uncertainties
Misery is a place
If you stay your whole world ends up grey
Ends up grey
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