Dreams

In the battle for belonging
Every doorbell has its code
With a stare it can be opened
Now you have it now you don't

There are buildings there are people
Walk around and look up to
Every swallow has its season
Every gallow has its noon

By the rhythm of your language
Sparkle in your stride
Talk in riddles or be candid
With a shield or open wide

The lesson you must learn
No one could ever teach
Open up and reach for the stars

Above you
Above you

If you have a way of knowing
Every river can be crossed
Lose the sparrow that had landed
For the one that never was

There's a song for every dreamer
As they climb over this fence
Trading roses for the real world
As the second week commences

To where no one has control
Where the young eclipse the old
Predjudice and wisdom
All the same

I want you
I want you

-Above you, The Whitest Boy Alive

Picked this up while roaming around town with my friends some fridays ago. The Whitest Boy Alive produces really cool indie rock man. Nice music, nice lyrics. What is surprising is that the band had initially come together to produce electronic dance music, but the album is anything but those heart pumping- ear stomping noise you hear at shopping malls. Sure, I did notice some use of electronic sounds in some songs, and the rhythm can be quite dance-like at times, but overall it sounded like a mixture of Death Cab For Cutie and Snow Patrol with a hint of jazz.

You keep your cards so close to your chest
You're making me confused
It's hidden deep what you need to address
If you want it to resume

-Fireworks, The Whitest Boy Alive

I'm addicted.