FEATURED SONG

Every now and then, I highlight a song here. Something I released a while ago but still carries meaning for me.

  • APT. 41 was the first track I wrote for the EP Painting On The Wall.

    It came together right after I moved back to Switzerland from Los Angeles in 2019. I didn’t have an apartment, but I was able to stay in this old, half-abandoned house for a few months. No shower, no kitchen, just a mattress on the floor and enough space to set up some recording gear.

    It was a strange and heavy time. I was back in Zurich but didn’t really feel back. No home, no real sense of direction. Just a lot of change, restlessness, and space to sit with it all.

    One day I was messing around with an old vocoder, and this song just happened. No rewrites, no rearranging. The way it’s recorded is pretty much the way it was written.

    On the door of my room, someone had painted “APT. 41” in bold letters. and it felt like the perfect title for the track.

    Most of the EP is about feeling lost, like I don’t quite belong — but I think this song captures that feeling more than any other track I’ve written.

  • APT. 41

    I put my heart on a leash
    drag it 'round like a dog
    and wander the empty streets
    the backyard of this city
    the city I don't belong
    but know so well

    sometimes the ghost of my lost love
    comes over for a talk
    asking how've  you been
    asking how've you been?
    I’ll learn to feel better
    I'll learn to feel better

    two empty bottles of whiskey
    and a twenty dollar guitar
    I've got some books
    and old records that I bought back in LA

    I let the walls do all the talking
    'cause I've got nothing left to say
    but I finally feel better
    I finally feel better

    each city looks the same to me
    but they  never feel alike
    I've got used to being a stranger
    even here im my hometown

    and I've tried in many ways
    but I can not play the part
    but I finally feel better
    I finally feel better

    I left God in the church
    left the church years ago
    said my last prayer
    when my daughter was born

    I know I broke my mother's heart
    and my lover's too
    but I can't go back to the start
    and I don't want to go back to the start
    never go back
    never go back
    I don't want to go back to the start