The first time I tried think I made someone cry,
picking apples on the way home from school.
We all lied to be cool, but that was just cruel
still, it makes more sense to me now.
And the secret we kept - from that day when we wept
through the night, so sorry for ourselves
- it hangs round my neck, so I can't forget
at least it makes more sense to me now.
I was taught to be good by the book and the wood,
I believe there is right and there's wrong.
Still, I long for a life where I laugh before I cry,
Can you find that by singing a song?
Oh just to know, there is not too much further to go.
Now the house is all empty, the troubles are plenty
my friends are all out in the sun.
They tell me I've become but a memory - sounds to me like 'Run!'
- leaving's all I know how to do now.
Ben Wheeler uses an East German synthesizer and a Soviet flanger to create hauntingly weird yet bright and open electronic soundscapes. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 10, 2022
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