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Owl City
Owl City


Background information
Birth name Adam Young
Born July 5, 1986
Origin Owatonna, Minnesota, United States
Genre(s) Synthpop
Indietronica
Alternative
Emo pop
Years active 2007—present
Associated acts Sky Sailing
Lights
Swimming with Dolphins
Breanne Duren
Relient K
Website Website
Members
Adam Young



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Owl City Album


Of June (2007)
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Hello Seattle (Indie Version)
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Im alone above the atmosphere
And no one looking up can find me here
Cause I can close my eyes, and disappear
When I climb the stairs to watch the sun
Above station walls, the colors run
To fill the swimming pool when I am done

I am the captain of an oil tanker that travels throuh your veins

When the satellites hang all around
And I can finally hear the lovely sound
When all the engines in the backroom die down
All the airships move across the sky
And my equipment just keeps standing by
The planets glow and intensify

I am the pilot of a cargo airplane that travels throuh your veins

When you are lying half asleep in your room
Unaware if it is midnight or afternoon
Because the water doesn't flood the stairwell
It could be raining but then you can never tell.

If you're alone in this awful downpour
Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door

In the evening light the boulevard
Conceals the night with disregard
For all the workers in a west coast ship yard
When I rearrange the silverware
And re-install the lights and captian's chair
I'll lift the ceiling off to breathe the ocean air

I am the engineer of forty freight trains that travels throuh your veins

When you are lying half asleep in your room
Unaware if it is midnight or afternoon
Because the water doesn't flood the stairwell
It could be raining but then you can never tell.


If you're awake in this awful downpour
Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door
When you are swimming in Miami at night
And all around you are the traffic and city lights


. . .



I am stuck in L.A.
Through the week and cant get away
And you're alone on the pier
In West Palm Beach on your holiday
Stormy night, reawake
the stomach ache that ive acquired
from feeling down, things look grim
and im so sick of being tired
apartment lights go dark
and its depressing but what can i do?
the midnight streets feel dead
when i am so used to driving with you
brighter lights fill the night and
bluer skys reflect in your eyes
As I inspect and analyze
All of these dreams I dont recognize
if you're still up when the ships
in the port prepare to set sail
comb the beach and put those blue flowers up in your ponytail
inside my head you're voice is still resounding but what can i do?
Empty rooms feel cold when I am so used to being with you
Count the stars, watch the waves absorb the summer sun
adn think of me
when you explore hidden coves and tiny island chains throughout the sea
Can you still, hear my voice, when Im outside from over the phone
For what its worth, darling dear, I wish you were here Cause I feel alone
when you were home we'd sing but since you've left I dont hear anything
Though I feel so sad, I cant believe things are really that bad
Old captains and brand new cruise ships
Sailing over the briney sea
Wwhen I crashed my beloved desk job
And swim through the depris
Ill cut loose leave this mad house all for the atlantic blue
Ill stroll down your treelined driveway, and sail the ocean with you


. . .



Affection, the gifted architect
Is making a draft and beautiful design
The options and possibilities
Are endless when we connect and re-align
Collections of books and documents
Arise and parade around my cluttered desk
Reworking the math and measurements
Until I'm convinced these plans are picturesque
Like mountains in the Midwest

Reaction creates the columns dark
And wide like the roads around Fort Lauderdale
The structures begin to take their shape
Before I've designed the public monorail
The turnpike and high-speed motorway
Connect and enclose the quaint suburban streets
The airport, the broad suspension bridge
The lake and the beach where several rivers meet
Compounded from the spreadsheet

A city sparkles in the night
How can it glow so bright?
The neighborhoods surround the soft florescent light
Designer skyline in my head
Abstract and still well-read
You went from numbered lines to buildings overhead


. . .



I'm moving to Tokyo
Cuz I'm tired of San Francisco
My contracts are finally void
And I am getting out
On houses and building tops
I swallow the beams and sundrops
If my echos could reach your ears
Then I could save my calls
What happens when I'm above
The east river when you are in love
We're staring at all these lights
And I am going blind

Fill all of the navy yards
With hard working security guards
Cuz the numbers are wearing off
My plastic access cards
How can I begin to say
I feel better off when we stay
In Paris on winter nights
Beneath the snowy veil
Content like a panda bear
Still breathing the fresh mountain air
I'll put on a diving tank
And sing when I inhale


. . .



When I am fast asleep
I dream and see you floating high above me
And I awake at dawn
Before the rays of morning paint the front lawn
From on the bedroom floor
I watch you sailing far above the seashore
In deep Atlantic skies
You float as I look aft to watch the moon rise
Above the avenue
I search among the clouds, trying to see you
But you are just a blur
In the sky when you parachute over the harbor

I can see
You above with the ocean around me
If I could only stay
Overhead in the airway
You sail through
Endless sky with the evening around you
When I'm out on the bay
You're aloft in the airway

When I'm alone at night
I dream you paint the stars against the twilight
Suspended in the air
I wish your silhouette would always stay there
When I am on the beach
I watch you held aloft way out of my reach
But I cannot take flight
Or float upon the air the way that you might
When I am in the sea
You gaze down from the sky, trying to see me
But I am just a blur
Through the waves as I scuba dive below the harbor

The airway
You and I in the airway
Aloft in the airway
In love on the airway


. . .



If I could look across the country
From California to New Jersey
Then I would count the parks and lake resorts
And number all the jets and airports
All those rather dreary rain clouds still bother me
Cuz I look through the camera eyepiece and cannot see

If I could open up my window
And see from Tampa Bay to Juneau
Then I would survey all those open miles
And line them up in single file
Everywhere I look I see green scenic sublime
And all those oceanic vistas are so divine

If I was standing on the balcony
And you were walking down below
I'd feel rather depressed and out of place
And lonely just to watch you go
If you were swinging from the highway overpass
Within the western hemisphere
I'd feel rather afraid and insincere
If you began to disappear

If I was walking through a sad art gallery
And you were driving through the night
I'd feel rather alone and ill at ease
Beneath the brilliant showroom light
If I was flying on a plane above your town
And you were gazing at the sky
Somehow I'd feel intact and reassured
If you began to wave goodbye


. . .



Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer

In the hills and highlands

I fall asleep in hospital parking lots

And awake in your house

Hello Seattle, I am a manteray

Deep beneathe the blue waves

Ill crawl the sandy bottom of Puget Sound

And construct a summer home

Hello Seattle, I am the cresant moon

Shining down on your face

I will disguise myself as a sleeping pill

And descend inside of you

Hello Seattle, I am a cold seahorse

Feeling warm in your sand

I sing about the tide and the ocean surf

Rolling in the evening breeze



Hello Seattle, I am an albatross

on the docks and your boats

I sail above your inlets and interstates

Through the rain and open wind

Hello Seattle, I am an old lighthouse

Throwing beams of bright lights

Red in the morning, blue in the evening sun

Taken heed from everyone

Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer

In the hills and highlands

I fall asleep in hospital parking lots



Take me above your light

Carry me through the night

Hold me secure in flight

Sing me to sleep tonight



Take me above your light (Hello Seattle I am)

Carry me through the night (a mountaineer, In the hills)

Hold me secure in flight (and highlands I fall asleep in hospital)

Sing me to sleep tonight (parking lots and awake)


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