#anton sword

How It Never Was: Forget, never! At my desk writing down every detail of our half-imagined town You and I, we met there, and our words sort of curled gently from the summer air Double petrified on the point, the intent, skinned alive what it meant My cartoon wife, you wiped the moments off my knife and our story got so tangled I couldn’t find the end But I remember how it never was We molded tools to build a myth, we mined our veins for the ancient kiss We built an inkwell city to live in and fit a pyramid of sighs into the slits of dawn, Moving on in the morning, the black pirate radio Calling from the sill on a frequency of secret seas Yes I remember how it never was, I remember So still I play this record again and again A million years into the groove in my brain The score may always stay unsatisfied Though I won’t conduct a note I’ll still be humming you ‘til I die Cause I remember how it never was I remember how it never was I remember how it never used to be I remember how real you were to me Music & Lyrics: Anton Sword Arranged & Produced by Anton Sword Recorded by Kristin Mueller & Anton Sword Drums: Kristin Mueller Bass: Jay Foote All Rights Reserved 2014 Anton Sword/Fugue State Music

Out of the Hive I know your doorman hates me, I can see it in his smile He bares his teeth to greet me just like a crocodile Your father recognized me when we passed in the club But when I reached to shake his hand he grabbed his hat and gloves So we must destroy our lives to prove that we’re alive and we dance the song of stings to show the way out of the hive Under the pianoforte in your parents’ living room The wooden indian observed my fingers make you swoon Your boyfriend introduced us on East End Avenue His shirts all cost a fortune but he never had a clue And we must destroy our lives to prove that we’re alive So we dance the song of stings to show the way out of the hive We were so very naughty down on the marble floor We broke the crystal bottle to watch the honey pour You wanted so to try it, I let you have your way You didn’t seem disappointed, I really have to say Your red shoes were for dancing, dress-up and pretend But now the time has come for our conspiracy to end Your sister’s next door waiting for lesson number three I doubt that you’ll be seeing too much more of me And we must destroy our lives to prove that we’re alive So we dance the song of stings to show the way out of the hive Music, Lyrics, Recording copyright 2014 Anton Sword/Fugue State Music. All Rights Reserved.

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Michael Knead‘s music could be described best as “organic electronic”. It has often a character of pop songs with a lot of reminiscences. However Michael has always been producing functional music for DJs, too. With his "The Air" remix he contributes to the EP a unique dance floor-focussed style that can't be denied to have a lot of soul as well.

I caught this act in New York last year as a duo; expanding into a full band brings out the anthemic qualities of the song.