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In dieser schnelllebigen Zeit der allgemeinen Desorientierung suchen wir alle nach einem greifbaren Rettungsanker. Wir klammern uns an wage Hoffnungen und falsche Helden, bestreiten emotionslos unseren Alltag und spüren kaum noch das Leben in unseren Adern. Die Erkenntnis, jeder lebt isoliert in der Masse....und schaltet auf Autopilot. In den dunkelsten Stunden sucht man verzweifelt nach jemandem der für die eigene Misere verantwortlich ist. Wer hat mich dazu gebracht, mich derart anzupassen? Wie konnte ich mich selbst verraten, warum wache ich nicht auf? Hat mich der wichtigste Mensch in meinem Leben isoliert?
Im neusten Werk beleuchten The Verge diese finsteren Gedanken aus den tiefsten Winkeln einer Depression und beginnen eine emotionale Reise in hoffnungslose Gefilde, die wohl jeder von uns irgendwann schon mal durch gemacht hat.
Vocals: Horace D.
Musik: Nadine de Macedo (Orgel, Drumprogramming), ibzstrat (Rythmusgitarre, Sologitarre), Horace D. (Rythmusgitarre, Bass)
Text: Nadine de Macedo
Songwriting: Nadine de Macedo, ibzstrat, Martin S., Horace D.
Produktion: Nadine de Macedo
Coverillustration: Nadine de Macedo
Unser Album ist nun auf unserer Website online:
https://theverge.nadinedemacedo.com
Im neusten Werk beleuchten The Verge diese finsteren Gedanken aus den tiefsten Winkeln einer Depression und beginnen eine emotionale Reise in hoffnungslose Gefilde, die wohl jeder von uns irgendwann schon mal durch gemacht hat.
Vocals: Horace D.
Musik: Nadine de Macedo (Orgel, Drumprogramming), ibzstrat (Rythmusgitarre, Sologitarre), Horace D. (Rythmusgitarre, Bass)
Text: Nadine de Macedo
Songwriting: Nadine de Macedo, ibzstrat, Martin S., Horace D.
Produktion: Nadine de Macedo
Coverillustration: Nadine de Macedo
Unser Album ist nun auf unserer Website online:
https://theverge.nadinedemacedo.com
Across the country
among the open roads
The population seem
electric charge overloads
Hanging around,
wasting their time
With false promisses
carrying their lifes to the ground
Oh.... Oh....
All lifes are the same
Some uneventful ones,
some flavoured with fame
The image in the water
mirrowing your face
Reminds me of a time
without disgrace
I thought I'd be
a lucky one
I thought I'd be a precious beeing
like a son of sun
Oh... Oh...
All lifes are the same
And the worst bit of all
Is that mine is aswell
It seemed so weird
But true aswell
All things that I feared
Were prophecies I dispelled
What if I've been haunted
Haunted (by you now)
What if I've been dreaming
Dreaming of your thoughts
What if I've been haunted
Haunted (by your thoughts)
What if I've been dreaming
Dreaming of you beeing here
I took you for granted
But now I am blunted
Thought I'd be idle
But I cannot make it undone
You know I've been haunted
Haunted, haunted..
Haunted by you
among the open roads
The population seem
electric charge overloads
Hanging around,
wasting their time
With false promisses
carrying their lifes to the ground
Oh.... Oh....
All lifes are the same
Some uneventful ones,
some flavoured with fame
The image in the water
mirrowing your face
Reminds me of a time
without disgrace
I thought I'd be
a lucky one
I thought I'd be a precious beeing
like a son of sun
Oh... Oh...
All lifes are the same
And the worst bit of all
Is that mine is aswell
It seemed so weird
But true aswell
All things that I feared
Were prophecies I dispelled
What if I've been haunted
Haunted (by you now)
What if I've been dreaming
Dreaming of your thoughts
What if I've been haunted
Haunted (by your thoughts)
What if I've been dreaming
Dreaming of you beeing here
I took you for granted
But now I am blunted
Thought I'd be idle
But I cannot make it undone
You know I've been haunted
Haunted, haunted..
Haunted by you
