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Sundance


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backgrounds

The basic theme of the instrumental titletrack was composed by Jan around 1985 as part of a theater show. In 2004 he decided to turn it into a piece for the live band. We played it on several occasions in 2005 and 2006. We experimented with lyrics but on the release we decided to stick to the instrumental format.

press

full reviews, quotes:
  • DME:
          ... 5/5 set it on repeat, you won't notice repetition ... each play shows a new facet of Fluxury ... Dmitri M. Epstein
  • Prog-nose:
          ... 9/10 fine band sound ... symphonic climax ... Danny Focke
  • RateYourMusic.com:
          ... 4/5 This band really can make beautiful music ... Juliet Jones
          ... 4/5 27 minutes worth of clever creative variation ... Juno Setsbrig



    lyrics

    © Fluxury 2009

    "Drexler's curse"

    (M: Jan Kuipers, W: Jos Witsenburg)

    tell me... we're never going home
    a wreaking meltdown ate away, stinky sulfur world today
    wouldn't happen - couldn't happen
    everything lost to free aggressive goo
    we witness inferno from our space cocoon
    a careless spirit metastased, outperformed the human race
    wouldn't happen, couldn't happen
    take a good look at free and active goo

    so bye bye sweet life - my children my wife
    my high expectations, my hopes and my vision
    we're - three desperate, men circling a curse

    timebomb... the everlasting cure
    the people got their hopes up high, prosper now and never die
    let it happen, make it happen
    eagerly getting grip on being gods
    just look at the size of this catastrophe
    never gonna touch the goo, feasting microscopic zoo
    wouldn't happen, couldn't happen
    everything lost to free aggressive goo

    so bye bye sweet life - my children my wife
    my high expectations, my hopes and my vision
    we're - three desperate, men circling a curse

    you see - fear in my eyes - this crazy surprise
    a lonely surmise - disaster in disguise
    the fu-ture is a lie - the o-cean - the sky
    a forrest, and I cry - inner loved ones asking why
    echo of a door - it slammed for evermore
    we're cut loose from the core - the things worth living for



    "Dry heaven"

    (M: Jan Kuipers, W: Jos Witsenburg)

    it’s cold where I stand, I really messed up good this time
    to feel how walking away, away, from you, tears me apart

    it’s cold where I stand, I robbed myself, I see that now
    it’s not like me to play games, with you, or with my life
    visions of a dry heaven took me away

    and when you look into my eyes you’ll see entangled me, weary me
    I’m lost without you
    no stupid pride can hold me, after all, you’re telling me
    that you still - miss the intimacy

    I know what I need, I simply can’t control myself
    I know there will be a day, somehow, someway
    visions of a dry heaven, took me away

    and when you look into my eyes you’ll see entangled me, weary me
    I’m lost without you
    no stupid pride can hold me, after all, you’re telling me
    that you still – miss the intimacy
    that you still – miss being here with me
    being here with you
    what else would I do

    and when you look into my eyes you’ll see entangled me, weary me
    I’m lost without you
    no stupid pride can hold me, after all, I’m sure ‘cause you told me so
    no matter why, no matter how, I can’t quit you now
    and I just want to be with you, I’ll give anything just to be with you
    let me share my love again
    if you say the word I’ll fly over the moon

    coming home to you - coming home to you
    coming home to you - coming home to you



    "Interior decorator blues"

    (M: Jan Kuipers, W: Jos Witsenburg)

    we’re living in a magazine
    everything has a tab or a label
    and I, I can’t put my feet on a table

    we’re living in a museum
    people admire the furniture design
    and I, there’s nothing here that I call mine

    you know it’s not for real
    you know it’s not for real
    no, no, you know it’s not for real

    we’re living on a display
    you think you see me in my eyes
    and I, there’s nothing here, there’s nothing here that I call mine

    you know it’s not for real
    you know it’s not for real
    no, no, you know it’s not for real

    nothing here, but I’m lost in piles of smiles
    nothing here, I’m lost, I’m lost in piles of smiles
    nothing here



    "Sundance"

    (M: Jan Kuipers, G: Fred Rosenkamp of LadyLake)