Playing On… Songtext
von The Tangent

Hide the heart in a secret place
Spirit locked behind a public face
Lost in our forgotten years
Imprisoned by our mental peers

Playing on into the ether-sphere
Playing on and nothing interferes
And in our own sweet time
In our darkened homes
We′ll sneak a listen
To the music that died alone

Played across such jumbled staves
Stained through dictated waves
The bar-lines slash like red tape
Across the manuscript of life
All its melodies are trapped in templates
And designer culture's knives


Playing on into the ether-sphere
Playing on even if no one hears
And in our own sweet time
In our darkened homes
We′ll sneak a listen
To the music that died alone
Music that died alone

We hide such high ambition
Behind the vestiges of smiles
Deny such thoughts existence
With cheap one-liners for a while
Feeding to the critics
All the things that might have been
Who turn ambition to pretension
To out-moulded and obscene
Sell our dreams to the mainstream sway
Mould our lives to a type-cast for today
We pay people to destroy us
In the media every day
So we'll know our place and keep it
And never want to move away


Playing on into the ether-sphere
Playing on even if no one hears
And in our deepest hearts
In our darkened homes
We'll sometimes chance a listen
To the music that died alone