The music of this 'song' is the typical tapioca sickliness that drowned all the 'dance music of the late seventies/early eighties. The lyrics are equally saccharine. Beware of listening if you are diabetic.
Some say it was 'progressive'; others have another description
@exobscura I mean, that’s kinda the idea being expressed here.
@exobscura I mean, that’s kinda the idea being expressed here.
All the angels are sheep following the master. In order to succeed, in order to be the top of the field, you must succumb to writing music the way the folks in control have deemed correct. So here we are. We’re doing it their way, what do you think? This is the #1 song in heaven. This is the sort of song you have to make.
All the angels are sheep following the master. In order to succeed, in order to be the top of the field, you must succumb to writing music the way the folks in control have deemed correct. So here we are. We’re doing it their way, what do you think? This is the #1 song in heaven. This is the sort of song you have to make.
“Maybe you’re closer to here than you imagine/care to be.” Can you believe that the pinnacle is just this? Is it...
“Maybe you’re closer to here than you imagine/care to be.” Can you believe that the pinnacle is just this? Is it satisfying to know that this hollow experience is the top of the heap?
The music of this 'song' is the typical tapioca sickliness that drowned all the 'dance music of the late seventies/early eighties. The lyrics are equally saccharine. Beware of listening if you are diabetic. Some say it was 'progressive'; others have another description
@exobscura I mean, that’s kinda the idea being expressed here.
@exobscura I mean, that’s kinda the idea being expressed here.
All the angels are sheep following the master. In order to succeed, in order to be the top of the field, you must succumb to writing music the way the folks in control have deemed correct. So here we are. We’re doing it their way, what do you think? This is the #1 song in heaven. This is the sort of song you have to make.
All the angels are sheep following the master. In order to succeed, in order to be the top of the field, you must succumb to writing music the way the folks in control have deemed correct. So here we are. We’re doing it their way, what do you think? This is the #1 song in heaven. This is the sort of song you have to make.
“Maybe you’re closer to here than you imagine/care to be.” Can you believe that the pinnacle is just this? Is it...
“Maybe you’re closer to here than you imagine/care to be.” Can you believe that the pinnacle is just this? Is it satisfying to know that this hollow experience is the top of the heap?