Inspiration from a poem written by an old friend - Dreams of Vertigo - a song about the never-ending turmoil of love and agony, driving you further into the unknown and giving you the dose of hope you need to take on another day!

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Lyrics:
Dreams of Vertigo
Verse 1.
Your soul is reflecting off a deep dark lake
It pulls me under and I hyperventilate 
We both live and die inside my dark dream
I catch you then release you and then hurt myself and scream
Truth is like fruit in a poisoned drink
I look for memories in a news-clipping
I present my deep dark secret on a golden tray
I go scream then scream some more, then kneel down and pray

Chorus
Fading from the skies
The waves are churning lies
Seems like we arrived
Our fates washed out and dried
Crawling around in vein
We look up and feel the strain
How many miles ago
Did we dream of vertigo

Verse 2
My soul is fending off my last heartbreak
I try to help myself but I can’t then I hyperventilate
My dark dream never ends and in it you are the voice of reason
I look for you while I know my heart is committing treason 
Truth is like a feast in my starved-out dream
I look for your memories in a news-clipping
I present my guilty secret on a burning tray
I cry out as silence falls then I kneel down and pray


Verse 3
Our souls are drifting through a deep frozen lake
The ice shatters - we fall in and hyperventilate 
We both struggle in the embrace of this dark scene
You catch me, then release me so I can finally scream
Truth is like water from a poisoned well
It’s time for us to drift together off to hell
But before I present my secret on a tray
I run and hide, then crawl at the sky, then kneel down to pray

Chorus

Dreams of Vertigo

I like music …

It is fascinating how simple and complicated it can be at the same time, how it’s almost impossible to make money by making music, yet it is associated with wealth and fame - it’s a real Schroedinger’s cat.

I like to mess around with sounds, mixing them like a secret experiment in an underground lab with no physical or moral boundaries…

Dreams of Vertigo

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