Lost In The Ether

by Steven P Robinson

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released October 18, 2019

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Steven P Robinson Chicago, Illinois

Originally from England, now residing in Chicago, I'm a singer-songwriter operating under the not too imaginative nom-de- plume Steven P. Robinson. Once described in some strange backhanded compliment as 'The King of Oxfam Folk' by now defunct music website Angry Ape for my beg, borrow, steal attitude to songwriting, I create mainly lo-fi tunes that I release as EP's. ... more

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Track Name: Lost In The Ether
An uncertain smile, graced your face for a while, now it’s lost in the ether,
A brush with romance, never gave it a chance, now it’s lost in the ether.

Everything seems so temporary to me, to me,
It’s hard to find meaning in things so fleeting to me, for me.

Another lover, comes to darken your corner, now they’re lost in the ether,
A sincere apology, never meant to be, oh how that’s lost in the ether.

Everything seems so temporary to me, to me,
It’s hard to find meaning in things so fleeting to me, for me.

A moment in time, is it ever really mine?
There is so much longing to do before were gone and through.
I’m clutching at strands that are slipping through my hands,
I have such little control, it’s all I’ve ever known.

A last note is played, I exit the stage, now I’m lost in the ether.
Track Name: Lost In The Ether (Analog 4 Track Tape Demo)
An uncertain smile, graced your face for a while, now it’s lost in the ether,
A brush with romance, never gave it a chance, now it’s lost in the ether.

Everything seems so temporary to me, to me,
It’s hard to find meaning in things so fleeting to me, for me.

Another lover, comes to darken your corner, now they’re lost in the ether,
A sincere apology, never meant to be, oh how that’s lost in the ether.

Everything seems so temporary to me, to me,
It’s hard to find meaning in things so fleeting to me, for me.

A moment in time, is it ever really mine?
There is so much longing to do before were gone and through.
I’m clutching at strands that are slipping through my hands,
I have such little control, it’s all I’ve ever known.

A last note is played, I exit the stage, now I’m lost in the ether.

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