Forbidden Dreams

by Alex Minoff

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released June 6, 2017

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Keith Megna
At Megnawatt Studio, Santa Monica, CA
Additional recording done in Belém, Brazil
Vanja Von Sek: Backing Vocals
All words and music written by Alex Minoff except
Forbidden Dreams written by Eloi Iglesias and originally recorded as Pecados de Adão - English adaptation by Alex Minoff
Photography/Design: Vanja Von Sek
Thanks to Keith, Vanja and Eloi
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Alex Minoff Los Angeles, California

Alex returns with his first release in almost five years!! His pop sensibilities remain intact, but this time he's added some synths to smooth out the experience. The result is a brief, breezy set of ear candy that feels too short. The sound of things to come? ... more

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Track Name: Forbidden Dreams
I want to rendezvous in the moonlight
On the pier, in the canyon or the Angel's Flight
The sweet smell of love in the air's got me in a daze
The world disappears, I'm locked in your gaze

But loneliness has a way of closing my eyes
The most I can hope for is just to survive
Your silence is all I can hear in the midst of the crowd
Yet this passion just leaves me to sing out loud

Of how you fill me full of desires
And how my heart beats blood and fire
To feel your body here is all that I need
The hot summer sun, forbidden dreams
Track Name: Isabelle A
The night we met was no disaster
Unlike everything that happened after
Love's not meant to be
Emotional pornography
And sometimes honesty
Is the worst policy

Isabelle A
I don't believe in astrology
Isabelle A
But you don't believe in me
And Honey, that's no way to be

A hug, a kiss, the sound of laughter
A punch, a kick, a Kung-Fu master
You hear
With your eyes
So I can see why
You're deaf to my cries

Isabelle A
I don't believe in astrology
Isabelle A
Or Soviet conspiracies
Isabelle A
Or supernatural sexuality
Isabelle A
But you don't believe in me
And Honey, that's no way to be

You've got it all but a sense of shame
But your sting is so sweet I just can't complain
Why do these girls all dress the same?
Isabelle A., there's no one to blame
So I call out your name

Isabelle A
I don't believe in astrology
Isabelle A
Or liberations overseas
Isabelle A
Or rewards for mediocrity
Isabelle A
But you don’t believe in me
Track Name: We Could Fall in Love Again
My files are filed but my cache is cashed
I've got a sneaking suspicion that this system's gonna crash
I just need to
Relax
But I don't want to
Relax
I can't
If this is the future, I'd really really like to go back

I gave it all up for just a couple of clicks
But now I'm starting to think that it was some kind of trick
I just need to
Relax
But I don't want to
Relax
I can't
In the end it's nothing that a couple of bucks won't fix

If I searched for you
What would I find?
A quote/unquote artist with too much free time
And I could be cruel
Or I could be kind
And we could fall in love again
In your mind

We’re all alone, we’re all alone tonight
We’re all alone, we’re all alone tonight
We’re all alone and it’s all right

You can't undo
What you did to me
My heart's more complex
Than your plastic PC
If you want to see me
Just go to sleep
And we could fall in love again
In your dreams

I never imagined that our love would fade
Or that we'd hear it all before a single note played
And I just need to
Relax
But I don't want to
Relax
It's too late
It used to be if you sold out, at least you got paid
Track Name: Fanfaronnade
Oh, an appeal to what's right
The dimwit's demise but the dandy's delight
Should never be trite
Or at all impolite

Oh, it's not a question of touch
It's a question of feeling and such
Did I say too much?
Fifty French, fifty Dutch

Fanfaronnade

Oh, she seemed odd for a fan
Two parts coquette, one part tin can
And before she began
I turned and ran

Oh, there's just one guarantee
People are what they pretend not to be
Some monkeys do
And some monkeys see

Fanfaronnade

I try hard to convey
Every emotion in every way
Alas, much to my dismay
It's worse than bad, it's just OK
And there's nothing left to say
But I'll say it anyway

Fanfaronnade

Oh, it's a struggle I suppose
This last bastion of purple prose
Which nobody knows
But that's just how it goes.

Oh, with a wink and a nod
A last cigarette and a firing squad
A nation applauds
Fanfaronnade

I try hard to convey
Every emotion in every way
Alas, much to my dismay
It's worse than bad, it's just OK
And there's left nothing to say
But I'll say it anyway

Fanfaronnade