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Dim lights in empty shapes
Smiles washed by the rain
People just fade away
Past times escape this place
Feelings like cords in landscapes
Pending in passageways
And it’s getting cold inside
Failed in the taste of life
Deceiving time
And it’s getting cold inside
Failed in tasting life
Walking in dusty roads
Slow steps, just wasting time
Senses in heavy coats
Confined, waiting in line
Hiding his queer modes
Pretending he’s doing fine
But it’s getting cold inside
Failed in the taste of life
Deceiving time
But it’s getting cold inside
Failed in tasting life
Desires behind the door
Covered with concrete blocks
Counting tiles on the floor
Red lips that never talk
Changes not any more
Caged in a broken clock
And it’s getting cold
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Tin Man
04:27
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Tin man starts again
Sounding like a metal can
Auto-moves make it last
Repelling shadows from the past
Plans, dreams put on hold
Another dropout of this world
Free will that he craved
Toasted in the microwave
Oh it’s rude to stare
Really? Nothing to declare?
Are you one of those
The system’s trying to expose?
Don’t you already know
You have to go with the flow?
Don’t speak fake a smile
Always keep a low profile
But Tin man laughs and says
I’d rather do my rusty dance
My rusty dance, my rusty dance
I knew it all in advance
Eat, sleep, go to work
Warning signs of a stroke
Calm down, don’t react
This is life, it’s a fact
Ease and consumerism
Cover and defeat your scream
Stay home, nice and warm
Still refusing to conform?
Feeling safe and sound
In a bit you will come round
These ideas that you had
Will sleep tight in your bed
This is common sense
No use building up a fence
You need to integrate
No more worries after eight
But Tin man laughs and says
I’d rather do my rusty dance
My rusty dance, my rusty dance
I knew it all in advance
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3. |
Not Dreaming At All
05:04
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Walking away for days
Not dreaming at all
So many things to say
And nothing at all
A thousand ways to fall
Deep in your soul
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4. |
Dream Pilot
05:09
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Talking figures
With no voice
Silence Distance Noise
Square heads
Without eyes
Night – everywhere lies
Marching on
Walk hit fall
Always crashing
Against a secret wall
Like a dream pilot
At a misty dawn
Είμαστε όλοι χαμένοι στο σύμπαν
Αναζητώντας συντονισμό
Romantic figures
Helpless, however bold
Marching on
Walk, hit, fall
They never see
The secret wall
Walk, hit, fall
Like a dream pilot
At a misty dawn
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5. |
The Other Room
05:20
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So close and yet so far away from me
Nothing left to say no need to disagree
Words fail the couple of the magazine
Mouth and ears filled with lies and nicotine
Needs build a room between the happy two
A cold place with no doors and without a view
The other room haunts their lives devours every joy
The other room haunts their minds it’s here to destroy
The other room the other room made by girl and boy
Hopes and demands in a role-play
Grow inside; they’re always getting in the way
Fingertips struggling in a lost game
Hollow dreams piled in a narrow frame
Trapped in this room not knowing what to do
Only white no more red and green and blue
The other room haunts their lives devours every joy
The other room haunts their minds it’s here to destroy
The other room the other room made by girl and boy
Dust covers smiles and affinity
Nothing now reminds of how it used to be
Sealed hearts die off in clinical glass tubes
Ego walls cannot fall down, it’s no use
The room is impervious and feeling-proof
Living in a black box with a gloomy roof
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6. |
In Linear Regression
03:45
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Time to depart
First day of a new life
Soothing for the heart
No more thoughts at this night
Driving far away
Watching from a distance
World’s a silly game
Played without assistance
New job new place new hair
New ways of depression
Feelings of despair
In linear regression
Nobody really cares
Granted, not essential
Fears don’t go away
They hide under the surface
Trying night and day
To understand this circus
Unsaid words that hurt
Folded in a suitcase
Worries disconcert
Doubts without a clear face
New job new place new hair
New ways of depression
Feelings of despair
In linear regression
Nobody really cares
Granted, not essential
Seasons come and go
But nothing really changes
The same horror show
Lasting through the ages
Walking up and down
Dark air feeds the taper
Bliss is a plastic crown
And safety’s made of paper
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Convex Model Thessaloniki, Greece
Convex Model is a synth wave band based in Thessaloniki, Greece. Founded by Nick Kapantzakis (also member of Human Puppets,
Plexiglas, Dislocation Genders).
Members: Nick Kapantzakis (synths&vocals)/Eleni Tzouna (synths)/George Papadopoulos (bass)/Kyriakos Tsakalidis (drums)/Stavi Tsiara (lyrics).
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