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Standing on the Shore
by Empire of the Sun

Standing on the shore
Waiting for the ship in call
There's something in the way I move that keeps them on their own

The stars explodes a storm
A billion seasons born
A shock to the waves I know, breaking far from shore

Don't want to talk
All I hear is noise
Don't want to talk

The future's in my hands
I hold it in my palms
Engrave it the leylines running right down her arms

Speak in silent tongues
Lies reflect the times
The ghosts and the shadows fill the living scene

Don't want to talk
All I hear is noise
Don't want to talk

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: LUKE STEELE, NICK LITTLEMORE, PETER MAYES

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Empire of the Sun's debut offering of electro-pop experiments and dancefloor daydreams is well-timed indeed, arriving just as the buzz surrounding MGMT's Oracular Spectacular has started to recede. Like those similarly colorful Americans, Empire of the Sun embrace the glam lifestyle in spirit and song, wearing whimsically festive costumes in concert and festooning their music with oddball flourishes, androgynous lyrics, and a general sense of theatrical schizophrenia. Read Full BioEmpire of the Sun's debut offering of electro-pop experiments and dancefloor daydreams is well-timed indeed, arriving just as the buzz surrounding MGMT's Oracular Spectacular has started to recede. Like those similarly colorful Americans, Empire of the Sun embrace the glam lifestyle in spirit and song, wearing whimsically festive costumes in concert and festooning their music with oddball flourishes, androgynous lyrics, and a general sense of theatrical schizophrenia. Walking on a Dream runs an interesting gamut, sampling equally from hip-hop ("Swordfish Hotkiss Night"), arty synth pop ("Standing on the Shore"), and all the stops in between. With its programmed percussion and retro-futuristic keyboards, the music sounds slightly more indebted to Pnau than the Sleepy Jackson; nevertheless, Luke Steele takes center stage on the bulk of these songs, speak-singing in a childish tenor one minute and cooing like a lovestruck female the next. The aforementioned MGMT followed a similar path with their own debut -- a fact that simply cannot be emphasized enough, given the vast similarities between both records -- but while MGMT took cues from the likes of David Bowie and Prince, Empire of the Sun's fusion is more reminiscent of worldbeat and fantasy movie soundtracks. The outlandish cover art follows suit, as Steele and Nick Littlemore (dressed up in bizarre Star Wars-styled regalia) are flanked by a decorative elephant, a prowling tiger, and what appears to be the skyline of Atlantis. Like the music it promotes, the cover art is purposely ludicrous, but listeners who have a palette for such whimsy should walk away sated.