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Chicane - What Am I Doing Here / part 2 [chill]

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Wolf Schweitzer: Technical Below Elbow Amputee Issues - Chicane - What Am I Doing Here / part 2 [chill]; published October 28, 2011, 23:12; URL: https://www.swisswuff.ch/tech/?p=497.

BibTeX: @MISC{schweitzer_wolf_1571403905, author = {Wolf Schweitzer}, title = {{Technical Below Elbow Amputee Issues - Chicane - What Am I Doing Here / part 2 [chill]}}, month = {October},year = {2011}, url = {https://www.swisswuff.ch/tech/?p=497}}


Giants is an absolutely great studio album by British electronic dance music artist Nicholas Bracegirdle alias Chicane. It made rank 2 on the UK Dance Albums charts as it appears.

Happy chilling : )

Feeling broken
No time to tell, why have you left again
Car doors are frozen, no one left around
Did I do something wrong

This path you've chosen
The way back home, is always far from you
For every answer, there's no reason why
No chance to hide

Feeling broken
No time to tell, why have you left again
Car doors are frozen, no one left around
Did I do something wrong

This path you answer, there's no reason why
No chance to hide

Feeling broken
No time to tell, why have you left again
Car doors are frozen, no one left around
Did I do something wrong

What's never spoken, words washed away
forgotten out to sea
these endless moments
they fall from me and swept away

What the hell am I doing here?
What the hell am I doing here?
What the hell am I doing here?
What the hell am I doing here?

Feeling broken
No time to tell, why have you left again
Car doors are frozen, no one left around
Did I do something wrong

What's never spoken, words washed away
forgotten out to sea
these endless moments
they fall from me and swept away

What the hell am I doing here?
What the hell am I doing here?
What the hell am I doing here?
What the hell am I doing here?


Incidentally the album contains some more songs that are reasonably nice.

So lay me down awake, no sound
and I dream about you.
In worlds far away
can’t remember, cant forget
let the streetlights guide you

And I’ll take you there, set you free
let you go, then come back to me
and here’s where I wait counting hours and the days.
I can’t tear myself away.

What the hell am I doing here ?

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