Spin, spin, spinning

Spin, spin, spinning — ein verspielter Zirkus-Pop-Song über Tagträume, Einsamkeit und die kleinen Fluchten des Alltags. Der Tag beginnt grau. Der Kaffee wird kalt. Die Katze urteilt. Aber irgendwo im Hinterkopf dreht sich immer noch ein Karussell — und manchmal reicht das. Mit seinem schaukelnden 6/8-Takt, Toy Piano, Glockenspiel, Calliope-Orgel und einer Bridge, die das Karussell fast zum Stillstand bringt, bevor es explodiert — ist Carousel of Dreams ein Song für alle, die wissen, dass Tagträumen manchmal die einzig vernünftige Antwort ist. 🎠 Zirkus-Pop trifft Singer-Songwriter 🎹 Toy Piano · Glockenspiel · Calliope Organ · Wurlitzer 🎡 6/8 Takt · 69 BPM · C-Dur mit Moll-Bridge ✨ Für alle, die noch ans Karussell glauben #CarouselOfDreams 🎠 #CircusPop 🎪 #WhimsicalMusic ✨ #IndiePopDeutsch 🎹 #Tagträume 🌀 LYRICS The ceiling needs a repaint job My coffee's getting cold, getting cold The clock is chewing on the hours — Bold, bold, bold My cat is judging — judging me From her throne upon the shelf She knows, she knows — she knows I've been talking to myself But somewhere in the back of my head A trumpet starts to play And the walls go thin as paper — And I'm already halfway gone Spin, spin, spinning on a carousel of dreams Nothing's quite as heavy as it seems, as it seems The tigers wear their tutus The clowns are reading Proust And I'm the one who's running The whole ridiculous roost Da-di-da, da-di-da-da-da Da-di-da, da-di-daaaa Carousel — carousel — Spin me somewhere new La-la-la, la-la-la-la I'll be back — I'll be back — by two The groceries rot upon the shelf The bills are stacking up again But the acrobats are calling me — I know it, I know it And I can't say no There's a tightrope over Tuesday And it sways and it sways But Thursday has a ferris wheel So I'll be fine — I'll be fine One of these days And somewhere in the back of my chest The scent of sugar-dust in the air And the sawdust on the floor — And I'm already halfway gone Spin, spin, spinning on a carousel of dreams Nothing stays as heavy as it seems, as it seems The tigers wear their tutus The clowns are reading Proust And I'm the one who's running The whole ridiculous roost Da-di-da, da-di-da-da-da Da-di-da, da-di-daaaa Carousel — carousel — Spin me somewhere new La-la-la, la-la-la-la I'll be back — I'll be back — by two Sometimes the carousel slows — Slows down And the music goes wrong — All wrong And the colour just drains — Drains out And it's just — Me. Just me. And the spin becomes still And the still becomes cold And cold is just — cold But I hum — I still hum — Hmm-mm-mm, hmm-mm-mm-mm Hmm-mm — Even broken carousels Start up again — You just give them time — And then — Spin, spin, spinning on a carousel of dreams Nothing stays as heavy as it seems, as it seems The tigers wear their tutus The clowns are reading Proust And I'm the one who's running The whole — ridiculous — roost Da-di-da, da-di-da-da-da Da-di-da, da-di-daaaa Carousel — carousel — Spin me somewhere new La-la-la, la-la-la-la I'll be back — I'll be back — Bom-ba-da, bom-ba-da-da La-la-la, la-la-laaaa Spin me — spin me — Da-di-da —