Your soul's a wild ride,
a fantasy.
We wear our masks,
just casually strumming guitars.
Feeling carefree,
hiding what we feel.

The ups and downs,
we find our beat.
Life's full of love,
but sometimes it deceives.
Where we are going,
we feel the heat under neon skies.

Moon shines,
we're lost in our dreams.
We groove along with those other teams.
It’s not at all what it seems,
but we’re on now!
The stage is ready!

The night's our stage,
we own the floor.
With every move: excitement, adventure.
Fans sing aloud,
we show the world
the glamour and glitter, fashion and fame!

The stage, our night,
you're on the floor.
With every move: excitement, adventure.
Stars sing aloud, you want some more of this
glamour and glitter, fashion and fame!

A ballad of hearts,
no holding back!
When chasing our love
you feel the rush, fear and hope:
an electrified track.
We live for now, for more. 

This electric world,
we progress in the glow.
Our spirits arise!
You watch the show from the sidelines.
We own the neon lights,
deceiving Neon Sky. 

Moon shines,
we're lost in our dreams.
We groove along with those other teams.
It’s not at all what it seems,
but we’re on now!
The stage is ready!

The night's our stage,
we own the floor.
With every move: excitement, adventure.
Fans sing aloud,
we show the world
the glamour and glitter, fashion and fame!

The stage, our night,
you're on the floor.
With every move: excitement, adventure.
Stars sing aloud, you want some more of this
glamour and glitter, fashion and fame!

About

This song is about non-stop performer robots having existential crisis:

Somewhere in the near future, beautiful girlie pop group is performing 24/7 in a Las Vegas-like party city. Customers come and go all day, some drunk, some aggressive and everybody not caring about anything and just partying to their heart’s content.

In front of them the band, formed of three fashion model like singers in futuristic showgirl costumes, perform day in, day out an endless row of artificial intelligence-generated hits. As soon as a new member of the ever-changing audience learns the performers are actually robots, the performers become targets of their whims. People throw bottles, try to grab the robots, even break them while yelling nasty slurs.

That’s why there are several copies of the robots in the backstage. A middle aged male technician takes care of them, charging them, cleaning them and generally maintaining them between the numbers with loving, tender care, preparing them for their next performance.

Whereas the song tells about the band just singing lighthearted AI pop hits, there’s an underlying sadness of the robots having reached a level of consciousness where they’ve realized there’s no meaning to their life. But they can’t escape their fate due to current robot laws.

At the same time the technician is living his own dream through the eyes of the band, wanting to be one of them, singing along their tunes. But due to his age and looks that dream is forever escaping him.

Everybody’s stuck and nobody’s getting out, and the show must go on.

Listen to the song here.

Credits

Written by Harri Alatalo

Produced by Juho Isomäki

Background vocals: Emmi Pakkanen

Poliphilos Electronic Press Kit here