Sundance
songs: lyrics and mp3
Drexler's curseDry heaven
Interior decorator blues
Sundance
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Sundance
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
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lyrics
© Fluxury 2009"Drexler's curse"
(M: Jan Kuipers, W: Jos Witsenburg, G: Jetse van der Moolen)
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, G: Jetse van der Moolen)
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, G: ...)
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)
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