Pol Wagner, singer songwriter from Girona releases his new single “The One” 

This is Pol Wagner’s second single to be released this year, the first being, Believe In Luck. Similarly to his first 2023 single, “The One” has been written, produced, and even mixed by the artist himself. This is the second installment of his four song EP that will be released in May 2023.

This single laments the current state of the music industry, and reflects upon the constant state of hopefulness and hopelessness that exists in every musician. A renewed hope each time music is released, and the all too common, almost inevitable feeling of failure when this one “ain’t the one / to make us rich and famous.”

Cover art for Pol Wagner’s single “The One” – generated by AI

There are references to “digital ghosts” – those hundreds, sometimes thousands of files created, worked on, saved, and forgotten. 

It would be hard to come by a song more rooted in the present, with the rise of AI and, what seems to be, the fall of the creative and creators.

This complex moment in time is broken down by Pol Wagner, with references to things such as the dopamine hits that social media gives us: “the chemicals in your brain anticipate / the rush of the sentimental / a high that’s accidental.” 

Staying very much in the vein of creativity and/vs AI, the singer songwriter taught himself how to create AI videos to promote the new single. The results are beautiful and haunted images that tease our imaginations, and tempt us to fall into the rabbit hole of what endless possibilities there are with the use of this new technology. 

The marriage of a theme based on new tech and a classic indie-rock sound is what hopefully will make, “this one the one.”

Or maybe it “falls flat and gets no airtime.”

See the full lyrics here.

Presave the single here: https://polwagner.lnk.to/TheOne

The One – Lyrics

What if this one is The One
To make us rich and famous
A strike of luck
A falling veil
I’ve got a map
A boat and a sail


I am almost certain
I am almost certain


When the needle hits the record
When it’s quiet for a second
When the chemicals in your brain anticipate


A rush of a sentimental
High that’s accidental
A transient and finite state of bliss


What if this one ain’t The One
What if it falls flat and gets no airtime
Another file collecting digital dust
The here, the now
A digital ghost


I am almost certain
I am almost certain


When the needle hits the record
When it’s quiet for a second
When the chemicals in your brain anticipate


A rush of a sentimental
High that’s accidental
A transient and finite state of bliss

Believe in Luck – Lyrics

You know I really don’t like your odds
Someone’s always the worst person in the room
Just ‘cause they forgot
It doesn’t mean I’m gonna let it go


Sentimental in the mornings
Ruthless after nightfall
And I believe you’re a contender
Of getting caught under my spell


To roll the dice is to surrender
It’s just a way of giving in


If you believe in luck
If you believe in luck
If you believe in luck


You know, I see some aces
In every one of your black sleeves
And If I can read ya’, They can read ya’
You can fool the flock but not the preachers


There’s only six ways this goes down
You learn to loose or, well, you drown
You can try your tricks again
Or wait for someone to say “when”


And I believe you’re a contender
Of getting caught under my spell


To roll the dice is to surrender
It’s just a way of giving in


If you believe in luck
If you believe in luck
If you believe in luck

Flower Thief – Lyrics


And if there’s flowers that

You really like

In the path you walk

Go (a)head

And pick them where they stand

Until there’s not one left

Out in the desert you said 

You’d always be my friend

And I believe you meant it then

But as soon as it rained

You left me there for dead

And the sky was turning red

And if there’s flowers that

You really like

In the path you walk

Go ahead

And pick them where they stand

Until there’s not one left

Out in the desert you said 

I wouldn’t die like that

And I learned my blood is red

Could you have been someone else 

In stead

Could I have been who you wanted me to be

Dad?

Trapped – Lyrics

I woke up today and I really wanted to play my guitar

But my fingers wouldn’t move

To the right places, I couldn’t get the right notes out

So I was left with

So much music trapped inside my head

So much music trapped inside my head

So much music trapped inside my head

So much music trapped inside my head

I woke up today I really wanted to see my friends

But all my friends live far away

Also, my car broke down the other day so I can’t  really drive up to see my friends in the city

So i’m just stuck here with

So much loving trapped inside my heart

So much loving trapped inside my heart

So much love trapped inside my heart

So much love trapped inside my heart

Woke up today and I realized I’ve never, ever spoken to god

So I closed my eyes and I thought real hard of all of the things

‘Wish I could change about the world

But even so I,

still got questions trapped inside my soul

I got questions trapped inside my soul

I got questions trapped inside my soul

I got questions trapped inside my soul

Everything that Matters – Lyrics

I’ve been trying to follow

Father’s footsteps for a while

But they’re old and faded

They’ve been for quite some time

I’m tired of walking

I’ve got blisters on my feet

They’re too big for these shoes 

That I can’t seem to fill

Oh, what if it’s too long?

Oh, what if it’s been done before?

Oh, what if everything that matters,

suddenly just shatters on the floor,

and then it’s gone?

Well then it’s gone

Now tell me where is the fun

In always being right

Why’s there blood on your knuckles

If you don’t give a crap

When every star falls from the sky

And there’s no shoulders left to cry on

Will that finally be our moment?

Oh, what if it’s too long?

Oh, what if it’s been done before?

Oh, what if everything that matters,

suddenly just shatters on the floor,

and then it’s gone?

Well then it’s gone

Fires – Lyrics

Now that my luggage is all packed

I wonder if it’s half full or half empty

Now I’ve lost count of the people

Who saved my life, I don’t know

Why I did, half the things I did

And if we tend it

Our little house fire

Could burn this entire city

Wouldn’t it be great

And in the ashes

We’ll search for hidden meaning

Hoping we don’t find nothing 

That proves either of us right

Now that my bottles are empty

I wonder if I can still be a runaway

Now I’ve got time to build things

Will I get that feeling that you get

When you build something from scratch

And if we tend it

Our little house fire

Could burn this entire city

Wouldn’t it be great

And in the ashes

We’ll search for hidden meaning

Hoping we don’t find nothing 

That proves either of us right 

Someone Different – Lyrics

I will try my hardest

And that’s the hardest that I can

To be who I have been for you

To help you be someone different

And I’m sure you’ll be confused

And I won’t hold it against you

But I am taking off 

This rusty armor

Tonight

You will be impatient

And I’ll fake patience for a lifetime

For as long as I can be your friend

There will be a secret hidden

I will not apologize 

I will probably not remember

When you understand

I’ll be someone different

I did not live

Like my parents lived before

Or how their parents did before them

Or their parents before them

I found it hard

To be comfortable in my own skin and

I didn’t find much joy in anything

So you have to be different

The legend goes unchanged

The dirt, the air, the burning

The stale waters of a river, they say

A dust than never settles

Made of all these things you

Can’t be all that different

So when you feel alone one day

I hope you learned to listen

I did not live

Like my parents lived before

Or how their parents did before them

Or their parents before them

I found it hard

To be comfortable in my own skin and

I didn’t find much joy in anything

So you have to be different

Lifeline – Lyrics

You got home late it was already dark out

You sighed as you often do  

When you take your shoes off by the fireplace

I didn’t want to ask, I stayed quiet

It’s been a rough couple of months for you

But you said, “Hey, there’s something I need to tell you”

So we sat on the balcony floor

And I lit a cigarette

When you told me I was gonna be a dad

I said, “I’ve always wanted a family,

I’ve thought a lot about having a baby”

It’s really strange to think

This is how it starts

The friends, the love, the toys, the parties

Immense adventures, jobs, degrees 

The pain, the wonder, the apathy

A life that comes to be

A whole new series of

The friends, the love, the toys, the parties

Immense adventures, jobs, degrees 

The pain, the wonder, the apathy

So I’ve been weird for a couple of days

Quieter than usual

Looking at things under a different light

And you’ve been really tired

And I’m trying to keep up

Working on being worthy of this lifeline

It’s really strange to think

This is how it starts

The friends, the love, the toys, the parties

Immense adventures, jobs, degrees 

The pain, the wonder, the apathy

A life that comes to be

A whole new series of

The friends, the love, the toys, the parties

Immense adventures, jobs, degrees 

The pain, the wonder, the apathy

Sad and Stoned – Lyrics

At the deep end of my street

Where dreams and dream killers meet

At the bottom of the slope

Where the fun of falling’s over (yeah it’s over)

Gone means something different

Than it did a few years back

Loss is just another of the ghosts

That you meet at the basement every night

Where you go to fill the holes

Deep inside your soul

Where you go to be

Sad and stoned

Sad and stoned

Sad and stoned

In most of the bars uptown

Where you’re comfortable enough to be

Where the lawyer girls and boys

Shine as brightly as their diamonds after work

I become a spider 

And I catch them

In my web of charm

I will poison 

Their obsession 

With the notion 

Of being something more than this

And I’ll use them and be gone

Leaving just hole

And they’ll go home to be

Sad and stoned

Sad and stoned

Sad and stoned

Third floor of the orange building 

It’s a dirt street you can’t miss it

Where the trash piles up again

A black haired kid totes a .38

Gone means something different 

It means almost nothing at all

We’re all nameless

At the bottom

We’re all faceless 

We just don’t matter anymore

So we need to fill the holes

Of our bodily decor

Where we need to be

Sad and stoned

Sad and stoned

Sad and stoned