The Music That Died Alone Lyrics

i) a serenade (andy - piano)

2) playing on (andy vocal)
Hide 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 jumbled staves
Stay through dictated "waves"
The bar lines slash like red-tape
Across the manuscript of life,
All its melodies trapped in templates,
And designer c**ture'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 vestiges of smiles,
Deny such throughts' 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 know our place and keep it,
And never want to move away..

III) pre-history (band instrumental)

iv) reprise (andy vocal)