starman

In the smoke of clubs and questionable decisions, life looks like a party where time has long since lost count. Laughter through sleepless days, love mixed with addictions, and the eternal pursuit of ‘something else’ that can at least momentarily drown out the emptiness.

Here, the longing for true intimacy hides behind fast rhythms and frivolous ‘doo-doo-doo’ - as if to cover up overly serious thoughts. Everything is falling apart, but it sounds beautiful: four chords, a little pain, a little euphoria, and the constant feeling that the place is wrong, the planet is wrong, but there is nowhere to run.