Space - Absynthe Minded
Hoewel Absynthe Minded, uit mijn hometown Gent, nog geen enkele slechte plaat heeft afgeleverd (integendeel!), ontging de release van hun nieuwste album (As it ever was) me een beetje. Stilletjes echter bleek de eerste single daaruit, Space, zich te nestelen in mijn gehoor, en er was deze week dan ook geen ontkomen meer aan: op zowat elk onbewaakt moment floepte het liedje mijn hoofd binnen en nam alle strategische stellingen in, om er niet meer weg te gaan. Dit is dus het enige échte lied van deze week...
In deze video geeft frontman Bert Ostyn nog wat meer toelichting.
Je kan het album hier kopen.
Lyrics :
Somebody got a second chance man
He tries to get a grip
It ain't easy to be truthful
When your story's all about jail
Somebody is watching
The money sign stamped on your back
They have seen your camera
And they know the exchange rate
Space is where we belong
Anywhere but here
This place is torn
Get me away from here
I wanna go to a white isle
I wanna sit in the sunshine
I wanna look at the blue skies
To where we belong
He's waiting by the door
He stood there one hundred times before
She's too good for him, little does she know
He's the one she'll end to love the most
Space is where we belong
Anywhere but here
This place is torn
Get me away from here
I wanna go to a white isle
I wanna sit in the sunshine
I wanna look at the blue skies
To where we belong
To where we belong
To where we belong
To where we belong
He tries to get a grip
It ain't easy to be truthful
When your story's all about jail
Somebody is watching
The money sign stamped on your back
They have seen your camera
And they know the exchange rate
Space is where we belong
Anywhere but here
This place is torn
Get me away from here
I wanna go to a white isle
I wanna sit in the sunshine
I wanna look at the blue skies
To where we belong
He's waiting by the door
He stood there one hundred times before
She's too good for him, little does she know
He's the one she'll end to love the most
Space is where we belong
Anywhere but here
This place is torn
Get me away from here
I wanna go to a white isle
I wanna sit in the sunshine
I wanna look at the blue skies
To where we belong
To where we belong
To where we belong
To where we belong
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