The Music That Died Alone

I) A SERENADE (Andy-piano)

II) PLAYING ON (Andy Vocal)

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

Playing on, through the Ethersphere
Playing on, 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 jambled staves
Stay through dictated waves
The bar lines slash like red-tape
Across the manuscript of life
All its melodies are traped in templates
And designer culture's knives

Playing on, through the Ethersphere
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

We hide such high ambition
Behind the vestige 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 pretention
To outmoded and obscene

Sell our dreams
To the mainstream's sway
Mould our lives
To a typecast for today

We pay people to destroy us
In the media every day
So we'll all know our place and keep it
And never want to move away..

III) PRE-HISTORY (band instrumental)

IV) REPRISE (Andy Vocal)