Please, keep on yearning,
hold on to your dream
I said please…

Don’t know how many roads I’ve to walk on,
I don’t know how to sleep in the sand

I’m on the road to the nowhere man
living down in the nowhere land

The sun is turnin’ ’round with graceful motion
and flight fourteen is well done

You may say that I am a dreamer
but I am not the lonely one
’cause

I’m wired to a weirdo,
wired to a wannabe

Wired to a weirdo,
wired to the weirdo in me

I keep my hands on the road all night and day
I keep my eyes upon the wheel

Strawberry fields might be forever
but they’re talking about nothing is real

Talking about, talking about,
talking about, talking about,
talking about nothing is real

I’m wired to a weirdo,
wired to a wannabe

Wired to a weirdo,
wired to the weirdo in me

Shabadabap the weirdo in me

Keep on, keep on yearning
Keep on, keep on burning
Keep on!

I’m wired to a weirdo,
wired to a wannabe

Wired to a weirdo,
wired to the weirdo in me…

 

Composed by TenMenOut, lyrics by Al Grae

Weirdo

The world values conformity, even though we all know that each of us is absolutely unique. Unique deep inside as well as on the surface.

Of course we are all connected – but there may come a moment when we need strength to be different. So let’s raise a glass to the lonelies and loners. To the whimsical fantasists with hooks and loops. To the blue flower of empathy and the fading of boring routine.

Strawberry fields might be forever. But they´re talking about how nothing is real…

Please, keep on yearning,
hold on to your dream
I said please…

Don’t know how many roads I’ve to walk on,
I don’t know how to sleep in the sand

I’m on the road to the nowhere man
living down in the nowhere land

The sun is turnin’ ’round with graceful motion
and flight fourteen is well done

You may say that I am a dreamer
but I am not the lonely one
’cause

I’m wired to a weirdo,
wired to a wannabe

Wired to a weirdo,
wired to the weirdo in me

I keep my hands on the road all night and day
I keep my eyes upon the wheel

Strawberry fields might be forever
but they’re talking about nothing is real

Talking about, talking about,
talking about, talking about,
talking about nothing is real

I’m wired to a weirdo,
wired to a wannabe

Wired to a weirdo,
wired to the weirdo in me

Shabadabap the weirdo in me

Keep on, keep on yearning
Keep on, keep on burning
Keep on!

I’m wired to a weirdo,
wired to a wannabe

Wired to a weirdo,
wired to the weirdo in me…

 

Composed by TenMenOut, lyrics by Al Grae

FACE YOUR WEIRDO

Dance to a triolic sequencer, to wiry piano notes and lonely pizzicato strings. Clap along with the clappers and enjoy a longing guitar on the far horizon. Quotes from pop history hit the zeitgeist, and finally polyphonic vocals meet the taste of drums. A face is a face is a face is a face. Face yourself. Embrace your inner weirdo.

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