Hometown

A shadow tilts its head at me

Spirits in the dark are waiting

I won’t let them win, go quietly

I won’t let them win, go quietly

Have you ever thought about what you feel when you walk your hometown streets? Are you proud? Are you ashamed? Are you happy or do you feel anger? Do you sometimes feel guilty?

Walking the hometown streets is a strange feeling, because you know all these streets so well, but especially when you moved away there is no connection anymore. Friends who lived across the street moved away and other kids are growing up there now. Friends two blocks away are still living there, but with their own children now. Friends of a different district are struggling with their own problems and too busy to care for the outside world.

Every time I come home and walk these streets again I feel too much. Mostly I feel proud of myself to have made it. I worked hard and got out of this town. I followed my dreams and even if I’m not there yet, I am working on it, day and night. On the other hand I feel guilty, because a lot of those people still living here didn’t get the opportunities that I had. Not only money issues, but more always knowing what to do with life. I think it is a privilege nowadays to know very early what your purpose in life is.

Where we’re from, there’s no sun

Our hometown’s in the dark

Where we’re from, we’re no one

Our hometown’s in the dark

Our hometown’s in the dark

I always knew that I want to dedicate my life to music and that’s what I worked on from the very beginning. There is nothing more important to me than music. Most kids are overwhelmed by their possibilities and overworked with all the pressure coming from it. It’s easy to get lost and following the wrong track. I know that I don’t need to feel guilty, but I do. They’re all good people and they deserve everything they want and they’re still stuck in this small town. I know the fear to never make it and being stuck here forever and that somehow bonds us. Most people here stopped dreaming big and are satisfied with the ordinary and I really admire that. Life would be so much easier that way, but on the other side the feeling I get by looking in the back mirror while leaving and knowing “You’ve made it” gives me goosebumps every time.