Sonntag ist es wieder geworden und auch 12 hat es geschlagen und damit wird es heute wieder Zeit
für die Sonntagsmusik. Viele sagen, man kann nicht verleugnen, wo man herkommt. Und was die
zeitliche Epoche angeht, da sieht man das im heutigen Stück Sonntagsmusik auch mal wieder.
Dass ich nun mal, ob es einem gefällt oder nicht, ein Kind der 90er und frühen 2000er bin. Denn es
war einfach musikalisch eine ganz besondere Zeit. Die Zeit von Glamorock, Boybandpop, Sachen, die man
heute im Radio wenig hört und auf der Bühne auch selten sieht. Aber jeder, der diese Zeit erlebt hat,
der weiß, auch wenn wir dahin vielleicht nicht unbedingt zurück wollen, aber die Musik war
einfach cool. Und so kommt auch das heutige Stück Sonntagsmusik zu euch. Ganz im Vibe der
späten 90er und frühen 2000er. Ein Text, den ich vor ein paar Monaten geschrieben habe. Hier ist
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She's the kind of pretty that stops traffic on main. Leather jacket, red lips, knows every guy's name.
Spent three weeks planning the perfect kind of night. Ran to the rooftop, fairy lights felt so right.
Bought her favorite flowers, even learned that song. Thought if I showed up shining, she couldn't
turn me down long. But she checked her phone the whole damn time. Said this is so sweet,
but you're not my kind. Alright, alright, I get the message now. I'm doing overtime,
but she doesn't care how. Everybody wanna catch a ride, everybody wanna be the guy. Whole city
lighting up when she walks by. I was trying to steal the queen of the scene, but she wants diamonds,
she don't want me. Everybody wanna take a shot, but I'm not chasing shadows anymore. I'm not, not, not, not, not, not.
Couple million girls out there in the night. Turns out I was chasing the wrong light. Yeah, the wrong light.
Radios playing songs slow and kinda sad. Windows down, city blurring, feeling like I been had.
Replaying every word, every laugh that wasn't real. How'd I miss the signs? How'd I not feel?
Then the light turns green, but I just sit there still. Till this whole beat up car pulls up.
Windows still, she's singing off key. Hair messy from the wind, smiles like she knows exactly where I've been.
And suddenly, suddenly, everything's loud like the world just flipped the bad mood out. Everybody wanna catch a ride,
everybody wanna be the guy, but I just found the one who didn't even try. Was trying to steal the queen of the scene, turns out the real thing was waiting in between.
Everybody wanna take a shot, but I'm not chasing shadows anymore. I'm not, not, not, not, not, not, not.
Couple million girls out there in the night. I was chasing the wrong light. Now I'm seeing what is right.
Pulled over at the gas station quarter after two. She asked for directions, but I think she knew.
Talked about bad dates, broken plans, stupid pride. Laughed till my chest didn't feel so tight inside.
No fancy dinner, no rooftop view. Just neon buzzing in her, saying you'll do. Funny how that night I thought I lost it all.
Was the night I finally stopped trying to crawl. Everybody wanna catch a ride, but I don't need the spotlight anymore.
Now I fly. Was trying to steal the queen of the scene. Now the only one I see is sitting next to me.
Everybody wanna take a shot, but this time I'm not giving what I've got to the wrong light. No, not the wrong light. I found the right light tonight.
Oh why, oh why. Oh why, oh why. Oh why, oh why. Light. Oh why, oh why.