We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

In the Arts

by Atlantic Popes

/
1.
In The Arts - shortcut Twenty cubes a thousand tons of weight Come raining from an angry looking sky Thirty names are screaming from a wall A single one is fading on the fly Wearing blue as blue can ever be Particularly shoes forever high No recipe for creed or guarantee A streaming game in life called playing seek and hide There were silent colors on your face You are biding in a different place Like a numbing arrow sticking in your side You're feeling up to it till the end of time Till the end of time Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts Till the end of time, end of time, end of time Till the end of time In the arts Till the end of time There’s still a lot of traffic in the scene Flying little peacocks in the air I've lost the girl who's stitching up her eyes An episode of fate, but no one really cares. Twenty cubes a thousand tons of weight Have fallen from a weary looking sky The thirty names keep sticking to a wall A single one is flashing for a while There were silent colors on your face You are biding in a different place Like a numbing arrow sticking in your side You're feeling up to it till the end of time Till the end of time Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts Till the end of time, till the end of time In the arts Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts Arts In the arts Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts
2.
In The Arts - complete Twenty cubes a thousand tons of weight Come raining from an angry looking sky Thirty names are screaming from a wall A single one is fading on the fly All kinds of premonitions find a hall An old one - real big - without a light There's something dropping on the floor Not flowing with the go A smell of hope and doubt Let's have a look inside A lot of traffic in the scene Throwing little teacups in the air I've seen a girl who's stitching up her eyes A rendezvous with fate but no one really cares. Wearing blue as blue can ever be Particularly shoes forever high No recipe for creed or guarantee A streaming game in life called playing seek and hide There were silent colors on your face You are biding in a different place Like a numbing arrow sticking in your side You're feeling up to it till the end of time Till the end of time Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts Till the end of time, till the end of time In the arts Till the end of time, end of time, end of time Till the end of time In the arts Till the end of time There’s still a lot of traffic in the scene Flying little peacocks in the air I've lost the girl who's stitching up her eyes An episode of fate, but no one really cares. Twenty cubes a thousand tons of weight Have fallen from a weary looking sky The thirty names keep sticking to a wall A single one is flashing for a while There were silent colors on your face You are biding in a different place Like a numbing arrow sticking in your side You're feeling up to it till the end of time Till the end of time Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts Till the end of time, till the end of time In the arts Till the end of time Till the end of time In the arts Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts Arts In the arts Arts In the arts Walking over faces is the favored kind of races in the arts In the arts
3.

about

ATLANTIC POPES EXHIBIT THE NEW SINGLE "IN THE ARTS“
Here comes an electrifying song in a beguilingly papal soundscape.
The world as a museum, real life in the light of the arts, a wandering frame that shows what touches and drives us, what stimulates and frightens us, introducing the next step.
Hard to escape!

credits

released September 2, 2022

Music, Lyrics and Production: AtlanticPopes

Label: Soundcolours
Publishers : Edition ready at last / Budde Music

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Atlantic Popes Berlin, Germany

AtlanticPopes is an out-of-time project by Bernhard Lloyd, co-founder of Alphaville, and singer Max Holler.
AtlanticPopes means emotionalizing pop music, with an enormous variety of styles and soundscapes. Hypnotic and moving, with lyrics that show a clear view of the world, often of deep wisdom and always with a special kind of serious humor.
... more

contact / help

Contact Atlantic Popes

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Report this album or account

If you like Atlantic Popes, you may also like: