Sat, 04 Apr 2026 02:19:39 +0200 https://hearthis.at/mike-anderson-qa/ en-EN contact@hearthis.at contact@hearthis.at https://hearthis.at/mike-anderson-qa/ https://img.hearthis.at/8/7/3/_/uploads/9945505/image_user/w1400_h1400_q70_ptrue_v2_----cropped_1615813229378.jpg no no https://hearthis.at/mike-anderson-qa/the-perfect-day-cover/ This song charted in the UK top 100 and Australian top 20 in 1988]]> This song charted in the UK top 100 and Australian top 20 in 1988]]> 5724099 no no Mon, 15 Mar 2021 14:08:33 +0100 2021-03-15T14:08:33+01:00 4:06 https://hearthis.at/mike-anderson-qa/ghost/ Usual alibis, the leaves of the trees blew not quite right

And now it's just me here
with a ghost in my house

A mind of betrayal in a flickering hotel room
Behind window glare you saw headlights

And now it's just me here
not a sound in my house
no sounds in my house

Boat breached at unknown waters, Thora was not like this before

Casing parking lots the child sleeps so well
Iron horse I had ran too late to the war

And now it's just me here
with a ghost in my house

You wouldn't come down and see the red leaves shake
Hey, Hey, I hate your name

And now it's just me here
with toys in my house
My daughter's toys in my house

I hear the rain blow
against my window
the devil and the fool

Watching for the setting sun
I only see the moon.]]> Usual alibis, the leaves of the trees blew not quite right

And now it's just me here
with a ghost in my house

A mind of betrayal in a flickering hotel room
Behind window glare you saw headlights

And now it's just me here
not a sound in my house
no sounds in my house

Boat breached at unknown waters, Thora was not like this before

Casing parking lots the child sleeps so well
Iron horse I had ran too late to the war

And now it's just me here
with a ghost in my house

You wouldn't come down and see the red leaves shake
Hey, Hey, I hate your name

And now it's just me here
with toys in my house
My daughter's toys in my house

I hear the rain blow
against my window
the devil and the fool

Watching for the setting sun
I only see the moon.]]> 5724098 no no Mon, 15 Mar 2021 14:08:02 +0100 2021-03-15T14:08:02+01:00 3:08 https://hearthis.at/mike-anderson-qa/walking-home/ Replicate soul-less robot-like slaves at the coffee machine
They line the streets with stones

I'm only walking home and they're staring at me
I'm imagining my bullets roam and they sound like
RAT-A-TAT RAT-A-TAT
Someone sees me, I'm standing in the rain and they're
Blinded by the headlights
Demons and weathermen, bakers and garbagemen
Echo in my mind like
RAT-A-TAT RAT-A-TAT

The rancid smell of cooking bread as the city wakes
"Peace for the blacks" "peace for the whites" but we're all
Hanging limp off the same vine
We all worship lumps of tin, the pictures on the walls
hold sacred rooms our grandmas died in

I'm only walking home and they're staring at me
I'm imagining my bullets roam and they sound like
RAT-A-TAT RAT-A-TAT
Someone sees me, I'm standing in the rain and they're
Blinded by the headlights
Demons and weathermen, bakers and garbagemen
Echo in my mind like
RAT-A-TAT RAT-A-TAT

Laughing fox-wind beats at the side of the barn
Laughing, lying loon
Wishing they were back in the same room

I'm only walking home and they're staring at me
I'm imagining my bullets roam and they sound like
RAT-A-TAT RAT-A-TAT
Someone sees me, I'm standing in the rain and they're
Blinded by the headlights
Demons and weathermen, bakers and garbagemen
Echo in my mind like
RAT-A-TAT RAT-A-TAT]]> Replicate soul-less robot-like slaves at the coffee machine
They line the streets with stones

I'm only walking home and they're staring at me
I'm imagining my bullets roam and they sound like
RAT-A-TAT RAT-A-TAT
Someone sees me, I'm standing in the rain and they're
Blinded by the headlights
Demons and weathermen, bakers and garbagemen
Echo in my mind like
RAT-A-TAT RAT-A-TAT

The rancid smell of cooking bread as the city wakes
"Peace for the blacks" "peace for the whites" but we're all
Hanging limp off the same vine
We all worship lumps of tin, the pictures on the walls
hold sacred rooms our grandmas died in

I'm only walking home and they're staring at me
I'm imagining my bullets roam and they sound like
RAT-A-TAT RAT-A-TAT
Someone sees me, I'm standing in the rain and they're
Blinded by the headlights
Demons and weathermen, bakers and garbagemen
Echo in my mind like
RAT-A-TAT RAT-A-TAT

Laughing fox-wind beats at the side of the barn
Laughing, lying loon
Wishing they were back in the same room

I'm only walking home and they're staring at me
I'm imagining my bullets roam and they sound like
RAT-A-TAT RAT-A-TAT
Someone sees me, I'm standing in the rain and they're
Blinded by the headlights
Demons and weathermen, bakers and garbagemen
Echo in my mind like
RAT-A-TAT RAT-A-TAT]]> 5724097 no no Mon, 15 Mar 2021 14:07:38 +0100 2021-03-15T14:07:38+01:00 2:57 https://hearthis.at/mike-anderson-qa/grocery-store/ from the kitchen radio keeping records of
all the activity like my blood pressure machine going missing
from the counter where I work at the Grocery Store
How can i help you?
Spying water on the walls I can here breathing every day
from the light bulbs in my room where the FBI
is reading all the things I'm writing down in secret code
regarding things I shouldn't know about
but I know they know I know they know
How can i help you?

Telephone Lines they wired into my spine
I feel it every day
The gilded lies that glass over my eyes
Moving shadows every day

I will publish details of the bomb that they are building in my mind
that will explode like cries of dancing children over
tambourine trampolines and sounds of motorcycles
shaking windows by the counter where I work at the grocery store
how can i help you?

Telephone Lines they wired into my spine
I feel it every day
The gilded lies that glass over my eyes
Moving shadows every day

This song is just a filler
cut it off
shut it off]]> from the kitchen radio keeping records of
all the activity like my blood pressure machine going missing
from the counter where I work at the Grocery Store
How can i help you?
Spying water on the walls I can here breathing every day
from the light bulbs in my room where the FBI
is reading all the things I'm writing down in secret code
regarding things I shouldn't know about
but I know they know I know they know
How can i help you?

Telephone Lines they wired into my spine
I feel it every day
The gilded lies that glass over my eyes
Moving shadows every day

I will publish details of the bomb that they are building in my mind
that will explode like cries of dancing children over
tambourine trampolines and sounds of motorcycles
shaking windows by the counter where I work at the grocery store
how can i help you?

Telephone Lines they wired into my spine
I feel it every day
The gilded lies that glass over my eyes
Moving shadows every day

This song is just a filler
cut it off
shut it off]]> 5724096 no no Mon, 15 Mar 2021 14:07:10 +0100 2021-03-15T14:07:10+01:00 4:03 https://hearthis.at/mike-anderson-qa/i-was-a-lamb/ I knelt down to taste the ground
We weren't the kinda things to separate
We stayed together through the summer

Spring was a time to give birth
My friend gestured her kiss first
The farmer's shoes like atom bombs
Dismember me with a song

Mother did you give me all this life to be running

One thousand bees swarm around
The old dog who's destined for the ground
I'll watch him walk in lines over new grass

The inevitable beauty of our demise
Thrown in the same old black hole
And I cannot wake up
I cannot wake up
I cannot wake up from the dream
In a mindless nowhere

Found my mother hiding in the wiry brushes
She had been frightened by the passing buses
Was it the sound
or the ocean like wave of the flags
No dust reflected, just winter showed
I forgot myself in the snow
I left little tracks
for the shadow of an axe

It flowed into my eyes
All the scenery that led me here
I left it frozen there
Unborn me somehow
Disappear me now

All the leaves of sadness led me here
I never found a way out of the sphere
Who set the moon alight

My heart could hear the music of the sphere
All the hands of kindness led me here
I was grown up to die]]> I knelt down to taste the ground
We weren't the kinda things to separate
We stayed together through the summer

Spring was a time to give birth
My friend gestured her kiss first
The farmer's shoes like atom bombs
Dismember me with a song

Mother did you give me all this life to be running

One thousand bees swarm around
The old dog who's destined for the ground
I'll watch him walk in lines over new grass

The inevitable beauty of our demise
Thrown in the same old black hole
And I cannot wake up
I cannot wake up
I cannot wake up from the dream
In a mindless nowhere

Found my mother hiding in the wiry brushes
She had been frightened by the passing buses
Was it the sound
or the ocean like wave of the flags
No dust reflected, just winter showed
I forgot myself in the snow
I left little tracks
for the shadow of an axe

It flowed into my eyes
All the scenery that led me here
I left it frozen there
Unborn me somehow
Disappear me now

All the leaves of sadness led me here
I never found a way out of the sphere
Who set the moon alight

My heart could hear the music of the sphere
All the hands of kindness led me here
I was grown up to die]]> 5724090 no no Mon, 15 Mar 2021 14:06:26 +0100 2021-03-15T14:06:26+01:00 4:01 https://hearthis.at/mike-anderson-qa/empty-mirrors/ I'm just a fly in your spiderweb
Caught here with still shells of lost enemies
Strangers, all of us
A still meadow.

I navigated rocks and crossed over all your uneven bridges
Stillness of eyes over empty mirrors
I looked at the moon smiling backwards
That old familiar bastard, still here

Rivulets of ice still raining in your eyes

Trembling, I dreamed I was dreaming again

I heard your voice in the living room twice
I think your ghost is hiding here
The smell of your perfume has faded through time
The light shone smaller as you moved away
Through the faded curtains your garden overgrown
I hold my razor to my ear
Your imagined sighs live false in the trees
All the streets are burning here

I painted little drops over the flames I did not see
Your mind was full of garbage just like rivers in the streets
Press your rose petals in our dried out book of love
The fragrance I have lost under the mattress on the wooden floor
The sound of cars driving up and down in some kind of misery
Mechanical eternities are not enough

This is the last time I will think of you]]> I'm just a fly in your spiderweb
Caught here with still shells of lost enemies
Strangers, all of us
A still meadow.

I navigated rocks and crossed over all your uneven bridges
Stillness of eyes over empty mirrors
I looked at the moon smiling backwards
That old familiar bastard, still here

Rivulets of ice still raining in your eyes

Trembling, I dreamed I was dreaming again

I heard your voice in the living room twice
I think your ghost is hiding here
The smell of your perfume has faded through time
The light shone smaller as you moved away
Through the faded curtains your garden overgrown
I hold my razor to my ear
Your imagined sighs live false in the trees
All the streets are burning here

I painted little drops over the flames I did not see
Your mind was full of garbage just like rivers in the streets
Press your rose petals in our dried out book of love
The fragrance I have lost under the mattress on the wooden floor
The sound of cars driving up and down in some kind of misery
Mechanical eternities are not enough

This is the last time I will think of you]]> 5724085 no no Mon, 15 Mar 2021 14:05:34 +0100 2021-03-15T14:05:34+01:00 4:47 https://hearthis.at/mike-anderson-qa/tragedy-of-the-breeze/ A bunk for one until I'm done
And the canaries they were there
Dumb in the trees they died with me
And I went blind gazing through the
Tragedy of the breeze

I never planned this
I did not want it
The wind pushed me here
And as I was absent
Descending downward
I just wandered here
I understood nothing
Never saw it coming
Now I'm just here
Lying, the summer sun wilts the rose

The bones of my shadows in my dreams
Braking through walls as I miss my home
Pulled all the daises from your hair
Walked to my grave and left them there
Now it is raining in the sunshine
Can't see the flies; I've sewed my eyes
Left here with golden roses and
Bare skin in the breeze

I never planned this
I did not want it
The wind pushed me here
And as I was absent
Descending downward
I just wandered here
I understood nothing
Never saw it coming
Now I'm just here
Lying, the summer sun wilts the rose]]> A bunk for one until I'm done
And the canaries they were there
Dumb in the trees they died with me
And I went blind gazing through the
Tragedy of the breeze

I never planned this
I did not want it
The wind pushed me here
And as I was absent
Descending downward
I just wandered here
I understood nothing
Never saw it coming
Now I'm just here
Lying, the summer sun wilts the rose

The bones of my shadows in my dreams
Braking through walls as I miss my home
Pulled all the daises from your hair
Walked to my grave and left them there
Now it is raining in the sunshine
Can't see the flies; I've sewed my eyes
Left here with golden roses and
Bare skin in the breeze

I never planned this
I did not want it
The wind pushed me here
And as I was absent
Descending downward
I just wandered here
I understood nothing
Never saw it coming
Now I'm just here
Lying, the summer sun wilts the rose]]> 5724079 no no Mon, 15 Mar 2021 14:04:14 +0100 2021-03-15T14:04:14+01:00 4:09 https://hearthis.at/mike-anderson-qa/faded-things/ Deluded women and their faded husbands
A grandma's phone that never rang more than twice
Just wanted to hear a voice

It was easier when you were young
Just push your cart down aisle one

All the fools are getting old
Machines fill up the road
The birds sway in silence on the bow

Put your shoes under the bed
Forget about what we said
You practiced all the answers in your head

Beautiful people one day hate their mirrors
Looking to deep and drowning in a puddle
Alive by the sun that burns you

It was easier when you were young
A taste of madness on your tongue
High we glide into the sun

The fools are chasing gold
In machines until they're old
Hiding in a casket from the sun

Our voices broken rings
We spoke of simple things
The fan turns slowly over faded things]]> Deluded women and their faded husbands
A grandma's phone that never rang more than twice
Just wanted to hear a voice

It was easier when you were young
Just push your cart down aisle one

All the fools are getting old
Machines fill up the road
The birds sway in silence on the bow

Put your shoes under the bed
Forget about what we said
You practiced all the answers in your head

Beautiful people one day hate their mirrors
Looking to deep and drowning in a puddle
Alive by the sun that burns you

It was easier when you were young
A taste of madness on your tongue
High we glide into the sun

The fools are chasing gold
In machines until they're old
Hiding in a casket from the sun

Our voices broken rings
We spoke of simple things
The fan turns slowly over faded things]]> 5724077 no no Mon, 15 Mar 2021 14:02:21 +0100 2021-03-15T14:02:21+01:00 3:56