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Kafka Tamura – Somewhere Else

Kafka Tamura. These words will sound familiar to friends of Japanese literature. How this name belongs to an upcoming British Indie-Pop band can be interpreted by the listener. Kafka Tamura is a Southampton based three piece band, uniting the voice of the most promising 16 year old British singer Emma Dawkins with music that will follow the flow of well known British bands, while the outcome is fresh and innovative at the same time. After revealing an impressive video to their first single, you can expect to catch Kafka Tamura touring across Europe pretty soon.

Kafka Tamura – Somewhere Else (Official Video)

Kafka Tamura – Somewhere Else Lyrics:
My heart is somewhere else
All I can think about is my sorry self
My life is on the shelf
Gaze at my welcomed state, but my heart is somewhere else

The chart of all my wealth
Must remain high
To retain pride
The splash of selfishness
Keeps all eyes on me, don’t forget me please

She said don’t put yourself in my head, all the mess
all the dread that we dress as a lady
it seems so crazy, can’t wait up to wake up
and see what we’re up against
Don’t doubt the fact that we should have relaxed
made the most of the coast and the after-splash
can’t not look back and it’s matter of fact that we ruined the shade of black

My heart is somewhere else
All I can think about is my sorry self
My life is on the shelf
Gaze at my welcomed state, but my heart is somewhere

The chart of all my wealth
Must remain high
To retain pride
The splash of selfishness
Keeps all eyes on me, don’t forget me please

Don’t put yourself in my head, all the mess
all the dread that we dress as the lady
it seems so crazy, can’t wait up to wake up
and see what we’re up against
Don’t doubt the fact that we should have relaxed
made the most of the coast and the after-splash
can’t not look back and it’s matter of fact that we ruined the shade of black

If quiets the word for the ones who aren’t heard
she’s a mute, never knew but the truth is she’s not important enough
all her content rough, she can slur but she’s never heard

Make the tea, make it sweet, making time to say sorry.
Make it white or make it strong, making time to say she’s wrong.
Put her down, make sure she is to the ground.
And then you say, that I’m sorry and I miss the way we used to smile.
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