Hosted by Pétur Söebech Quinn · EN

So keep on dreaming softly now, Let the night show you how Every hope you ever carried Still belongs to you somehow. Keep on dreaming softly now, Let the stars make their vow— That the light you thought had faded Will return to you, and bow.

Drifting… like a leaf upon the stream, Drifting… through the corners of a dream. Every moment slips away, Every heartbeat learns to sway. Drifting… where the quiet feelings go, Drifting… through the undertow. And I don’t fight the winds that blow— I’m drifting… drifting… drifting slow.

Time comes and goes, everybody knows, It’s the river that carries our joys and our woes. It’s the song that keeps playing long after we fade, The echo of choices we silently made. Time comes and goes, like a friend on the breeze, Leaving whispers of moments that fall to their knees. And still we go on, through the highs and the lows

Bye bye May, you beautiful dream, You carried my heart like a quiet stream. You painted the hours in gold and blue, And every dawn felt born anew. Bye bye May, I’ll remember you, In every warm and tender hue. Though you must go, I softly say— Goodbye, my May… goodbye, my May.

Late night signals… calling through the static of my mind. Late night signals… every little echo feels like you and I. Late night signals… I hear you in the rhythm of the night. Late night signals… I’m still answering even when I say I’m fine.

Butterfly circuit, carry me through, Lift me in colors of violet and blue. Butterfly circuit, drifting so light, Turning the silence to soft glowing night.

Static machine ritual, Pull me through the noise. Break me into particles, Rebuild me with your voice. Static machine ritual, Let the engines rise — I’m falling into metal dreams Behind electric eyes.

orchestral jazz, romantic big-band jazz

Static drifts around it like a storm of silver rain, falling through the network like a ghost that carries pain. But still the bloom keeps rising, glowing pale against the night, a fragile, burning algorithm searching blindly for the light.

Circuit circle, turning slow, Where the hidden pulses flow. Round and round the dream unfolds, In the current that it holds. Circuit circle, shining bright, Spinning through the endless night. I hear the future in the line, Calling me in time.