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Forever
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Punk
Forever was released on February 25, 2025 by Turtle Records as a part of the album Forever - Single
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Release DateFebruary 25, 2025
LabelTurtle Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stan Blomme
Stan Blomme
Vocals
Anse De Weerdt
Anse De Weerdt
Guitar
Amit Empereur
Amit Empereur
Drums
Gilles Nickmans
Gilles Nickmans
Bass
Mach Heydt
Mach Heydt
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stan Blomme
Stan Blomme
Songwriter
Anse De Weerdt
Anse De Weerdt
Songwriter
Amit Empereur
Amit Empereur
Songwriter
Gilles Nickmans
Gilles Nickmans
Songwriter
Mach Heydt
Mach Heydt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Valkeniers
Thomas Valkeniers
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer
Tim van Doorn
Tim van Doorn
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Turn it off
Turn those screens off in my head
Tear it out
Rip the radio from my neck
Runaway, wherever I go, it
Stays, it is forever
A part of
Me
A metronome never stopping, steady pulses keep on coming
A metropole never sleeping, distance voices keep on wandering and
Trains leaving central station, heading all but the right direction
Even when it's closing time, the show runs nine to nine
Turn it off
Turn those screens off in my head
Tear it out
Rip the radio from my neck
Runaway, wherever I go, it
Stays, it's forever
A part of me
And it goes on and on and on and on and
On
As a satellite forever falling
Get me back to base
Floating there, I get dragged into a
Hole
Where the light is dying, memories crawling
Stuck with the unknown
It's a crushing force but damn, I can't, I can't, I can't let go
Where did it go wrong is a pending question always resonating
When did the brakes give out? Screw got loose? Disintegrating!?
Fatal, accidental, genetical, a free fall
On my head, I don't know, mind the gap, just mind it all
Turn it off
Turn those screens of in my head
Tear it out
Rip the radio from my neck
Runaway, wherever I go, it
Stays, it is forever
A part of
Me
Oh fuck this shit and it goes
On
As a satellite forever falling
Get me back to base
Floating there, I get dragged into a
Hole
Where the light is dying, memories crawling
Stuck with the unknown
It's a crushing force but damn, I can't, I can't, I can't let go
Imagine the sound, of heavy rain
On greenhouse glass, it pours all day
The white noise, it floods, all what's sane
All what's left, is a colorless plain
Imagine the sound, of heavy rain
Turn it off
On greenhouse glass, it pours all day
Turn it off
The white noise, it floods, all what's sain
All that's left
Turn it off
Is a colorless plain
Written by: Amit Empereur, Anse De Weerdt, Gilles Nickmans, Mach Heydt, Stan Blomme
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