他来自美国明尼苏达州奥瓦通纳（Owatonna, Minnesota）的大学二年级生，Adam Young，于2007组建了Owl City乐队。他就是这支流行电子乐队的唯一成员，负责主音、合成器和编曲等工作。随之独立发行的首张专辑《Of June》，在2007年的夏天，为电音界吹来一股凉爽的清风。
　　
　　2008年3月18日，Owl City第二张专辑《Maybe I’m Dreaming》问世。梦幻的标题，简洁的封面，如同糖衣包裹的声线和旋律，在这春暖花开的季节再次捎来令人欣喜的清新气息。曲风是Electronica和Pop的完美融合，似乎又有一点Indie Rock的味道。饶有趣味的歌词有如抒情诗一般的迷人魅力，又颇具美学的魔力。你会惊叹于冰冷的键盘上怎能滑落如此圆润的音符，电子元素的巧妙运用使得整张专辑饱满而不失利落，跃动着生机盎然的温情。Adam Young在他的MySpace上写到，由于失眠的缘故，大部分歌曲都是在凌晨的时候制作出来的。清晨的第一滴露水和青草的芳香，已无形地渗透到Owl City的音乐里，自然灵动的氛围贯穿其中。《The Saltwater Room》和《Air Traffic》后半段出现的女声好像奶油一样，甜甜的与曲子的整体气质都很搭。此外《Rainbow Veins》和《Dear Vienna》也都是重点推荐的曲目。让四月的好心情伴随好音乐蔓延。
他的声音象少女倾诉心事一样温文细气,但对旋律节奏的掌握却十分到位.Of June这张EP就以欢快的电子旋律征服了不少听众,象宝石般闪烁明亮.而首张专辑Maybe I'm Dreaming在演绎方面Owl City显然更加投入,从精致的和声到深情的合唱,Owl City的个人魅力也越加凸现.甜蜜的声线清新的电子音乐,这貌试简单的配搭却被Owl City演绎得绚丽多彩,尽管夏日未到但已仿佛感受到那份清爽的惬意!

ON THE WING
　　
　　Breathe and I’ll carry you away into the velvet sky
　　And we’ll stir the stars around
　　And watch them fall away into the Hudson Bay
　　And plummet out of sight and sound
　　The open summer breeze will sweep you through the hills
　　Where I live in the alpine heights
　　Below the Northern Lights, I spend my coldest nights
　　Alone, awake and thinking of...the weekend we were in love
　　
　　Home among these mountain tops can be so awfully dull
　　A thousand miles from the tide
　　But photos on the walls of New York shopping malls
　　Distract me so I stay inside
　　I wish the rockets stayed over the promenade
　　Cuz I would make a hook and eye
　　And fish them from the sky, my darling, she and I
　　We’re hanging on so take us high
　　To sing the world goodbye:
　　
　　I am floating away
　　Lost in a silent ballet
　　I’m dreaming you’re out in the blue and I am right beside you
　　Awake to take in the view
　　Late nights and early parades
　　Still photos and noisy arcades
　　My darling, we’re both on the wing, look down and keep on singing!
　　And we can go anywhere
　　
　　Are you there?
　　Are you there, or are you just a decoy dream in my head?
　　Am I home or am I simply tumbling all alone?
　　
　　
　　
　　RAINBOW VEINS
　　
　　High rise, veins of the avenue
　　Bright eyes and subtle variations of blue
　　Everywhere is balanced there like a rainbow above you
　　Street lights glisten on the boulevard
　　And cold nights make staying alert so hard
　　For heaven’s sake, keep me awake so I won’t be caught off guard
　　Clearly I am a passerby but I’ll find a place to stay
　　Dear pacific day, won’t you take me away?
　　Small town hearts of the New Year
　　Brought down by gravity, crystal clear
　　City fog and brave dialogue converge on the frontier
　　Make haste, I feel your heartbeat
　　With new taste for speed, out on the street
　　Find a road to a humble abode where both of our routes meet
　　The silver sound is all around and the colors fall like snow
　　The feeling of letting go, I guess we’ll never know
　　
　　Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
　　And I’ll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
　　Cuz your heart has a lack of color and we should’ve known
　　 That we’d grow up sooner or later cuz we wasted all our free time alone
　　
　　Your nerves gather with the altitude
　　Exhale the stress so you don’t come unglued
　　Somewhere there is a happy affair, a ghost of a good mood
　　Wide eyed, panic on the getaway
　　The high tide could take me so far away
　　VCR’s and motorcars unite on the Seventh Day
　　A popular gauge will measure the rage of the new Post-Modern Age
　　Cuz somewhere along the line all the decades align
　　
　　We were the crashing whitecaps
　　On the ocean
　　And what lovely seaside holiday, away
　　A palm tree in Christmas lights
　　My emotion
　　Struck a sparkling tone like a xylophone
　　As we spent the day alone
　　
　　
　　
　　SUPER HONEYMOON
　　
　　Glamour and fashion
　　Models and magazines
　　A striking runway entrance
　　Beauty and passion
　　Stardust and high class scenes
　　Of popular teens
　　When I lived in Denver
　　I met a millionaire
　　With ribbons in her blonde hair
　　And I still remember
　　She was like a princess straight from a dreamy
　　Castle in the air
　　
　　So lovely...
　　She was everything to me
　　
　　Both alone in the dark
　　We longed to see the sun
　　Rise over the Bering Strait
　　I was sick of the west
　　When I turned 21
　　So I moved to the Sunshine State
　　We played golf on the moon
　　And tennis on the sun
　　Like athletes of the afternoon
　　The solar flares burned my arms
　　And made her makeup run
　　On our super lunar honeymoon
　　
　　I was the youngest
　　Son of a congressman
　　And everything was my fault
　　She was a gymnast
　　Happily swinging
　　On the uneven bars
　　Tucked in a somersault
　　
　　
　　
　　THE SALTWATER ROOM
　　
　　I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light
　　Walking down by the bay, on the shore, staring up at the planes that aren’t there anymore
　　I was feeling the night grow old and you were looking so cold
　　Like an introvert, I drew my over shirt
　　Around my arms and began to shiver violently before
　　You happened to look and see the tunnels all around me
　　Running into the dark underground
　　All the subways around create a great sound
　　To my motion fatigue: farewell
　　With your ear to a seashell
　　You can hear the waves in underwater caves
　　As if you actually were inside a saltwater room
　　
　　Time together is just never quite enough
　　When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home
　　What will it take to make or break this hint of love
　　We need time, only time
　　When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?
　　If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
　　So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?
　　All the time, All the time...
　　
　　Can you believe that the crew has gone and wouldn’t let me sign on?
　　All my islands have sunk in the deep, so I can hardly relax or even oversleep
　　I feel as if I were home some nights when we count all the ship lights
　　I guess I’ll never know why sparrows love the snow
　　We’ll turn off all of the lights and set this ballroom aglow
　　
　　
　　
　　EARLY BIRDIE
　　
　　Good evening, shuttle bus! Tell me where you’re going to take us
　　…Someplace that I have never been
　　It’s chic transportation to new destination where I leave my reflection on the glass
　　I’d ask but we don’t know how far these interstates go
　　Or how deep the city roots go down
　　In chilly sub-depth railways the weathered concrete stairways provide me with a means of getting home… if I ever leave
　　
　　On crystal sand, we sleep hand-in-hand
　　While soothing words hover like hummingbirds
　　
　　So many sights to see so wake up like an early birdie
　　And we’ll get a head start on the day
　　Oh stained-glass skyways and crowded 6 lane highways
　　If I look back when I begin to leave, will they remember me?
　　
　　Circuit flights bend the lights when I am spent
　　And tour guides make happy brides feel heaven-sent
　　
　　
　　
　　AIR TRAFFIC
　　
　　The bird is here and we are off to wherever those wings take us
　　The atmosphere is crawling with airlines that wind through the clouds and look down on the crowds
　　Relax your back and let the noise sing you to sleep in my arms
　　If you awake before we arrive I will carry you down and I won’t make a sound
　　
　　The scent is strong as we move on and breathe in the pristine crime scene
　　The false veneer is old like a substitute volunteer from oh, some other year
　　I’m just a shell as far as I can tell so I paint my eyes a light green
　　The silver beams are twirling and swirling throughout your dreams like air traffic streams
　　
　　
　　
　　THE TECHNICOLOR PHASE
　　
　　I am the red in the rose, the flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor
　　And I am the gray in the ghost that hides with your clothes behind your closet door
　　I am the green in the grass that bends back from underneath your feet
　　And I am the blue in your back-alley view where the horizon and the rooftops meet
　　
　　If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors of the evening stars
　　You can go anywhere you wish cuz I’ll be there, wherever you are
　　…wherever you are
　　
　　I will always meet your gaze
　　When we are lost in the Technicolor phase
　　
　　I am the black in the book, the letters on the pages that you memorize
　　And I am the orange in the overcast, a color that you visualize
　　I am the white in the walls that soak up all the sound when you cannot sleep
　　And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach that wish the harbor wasn’t quite so deep
　　
　　If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors of the evening stars
　　You can go anywhere you wish cuz I’ll be there, wherever you are
　　…wherever you are
　　…my darling
　　
　　I will always meet your gaze in the Technicolor phase
　　
　　
　　
　　SKY DIVER
　　
　　I stood up and took a breath and threw open the bay doors
　　Below the clouds I saw the coast and beautiful Hawaii
　　Leaning back, the pilot smiled and shouted "Have a good trip!"
　　I signed off and closed my eyes. Then I was falling through the sky
　　
　　
　　
　　DEAR VIENNA
　　
　　I regarded the world as such a sad sight
　　Until I viewed it in black and white
　　Then I reviewed every frame and basic shape
　　And sealed the exits with caution tape
　　Don’t refocus your eyes in the darkness
　　And don’t remember this place unless
　　I describe all the things that you cannot see
　　And we’ll unravel the mystery
　　
　　Farewell, all my friends in textbooks, I’m going home
　　Cuz my blood cells cannot depend on the weather in photographs
　　There’s a light show out my window somewhere way up there
　　Dear Vienna, are you singing?
　　Dear Vienna, are you swinging?
　　Dear Vienna, we were happy like the shades of May when we got carried away
　　
　　I was so far out of place
　　Watching those stars in outer space
　　Cuz I am so far from where you are
　　There’s a light show out my window somewhere way up there
　　
　　I’LL MEET YOU THERE
　　
　　If we could sit together a moment and talk forever just to pass the time
　　I would smile as the shivers and chills run down my spine when your eyes are locked on mine
　　
　　Oh , we’ll fill the metro skies with country air
　　And when you close your tired eyes, I’ll meet you there!
　　…I’ll meet you there
　　
　　Deep inside of you there’s a ruby glow
　　And it gets brighter than you and I will ever know
　　There’s a rushing sound that surrounds us when we walk alone
　　And it’s everything we’ve never known
　　
　　Wander down the street and I will be the pavement beneath your feet
　　
　　If we could just be immobile for some time and finally figure out the way we feel
　　About the missing puzzle pieces and cloudy question marks that still look a bit surreal
　　
　　Oh, I tend to disappear here and there
　　So concentrate and you’ll feel me everywhere
　　And we’ll fill the metro skies with country air
　　If you’re lost when you close your eyes, I’ll meet you there!
　　…I’ll meet you there
　　…You could be anywhere
　　
　　Open your eyes and see everything you can be
　　
　　
　　
　　THIS IS THE FUTURE
　　
　　Wake up on your own
　　And look around you cuz you’re not alone
　　Release your high hopes and they’ll survive
　　Cuz this is the future and you are alive
　　
　　Dive in and swim away
　　From your loneliness and miserable days
　　
　　And when you wake up on your own
　　Look around you cuz you’re not alone
　　Let your hopes go and they’ll survive
　　Cuz this is the future and you are alive
　　…You’re headed home
　　
　　
　　
　　WEST COAST FRIENDSHIP
　　
　　Are you out there? Where the rainy days begin
　　To feel rather sad and walls are closing in like the darkness around me
　　It’s so hard to look away when the daylight doesn’t ever stay
　　Above this dull apartment view oh I will surround you
　　It’s quite clear that I’m stuck here so I’ll devise a plan and cut out a door in my new living room floor
　　The porch light is so bright that I will quickly sneak down the dark metal shape of the rusty fire escape
　　
　　I bought a one-way ticket (first-class) cuz I knew I’d never see the ground
　　Unless I was aboard a jet plane and we were going down
　　When I wiped the tears from my eyes, the warm water took me by surprise
　　And I woke up beside the ocean and I realized I must be in California
　　
　　Aloha, my happy west coast friends
　　Do you feel alive when the breaking waves arrive and rush all around you?
　　The beach homes in Oceanside are quite well-known by the evening tide
　　And we can sleep where we reside with redwoods around us
　　The blue air is up there and could I bring it down, I’d bottle it up and save it for a sweet summer night
　　
　　Am I awake or is this just a dream?
　　The New Year is out here and I will make a lovely list of your charms so I’ll never feel alone in your arms
　　
　　Oh my dear, I can feel you here
　　So stay right there, I can feel you everywhere
　　
　　
　　
　　SWIMMING IN MIAMI
　　
　　I’m alone above the atmosphere
　　And no one looking up can find me here
　　Cuz I can close my eyes and disappear
　　When I climb the stairs to watch the sun
　　Above the station walls, the colors run
　　To fill the swimming pool when I am done
　　
　　I am the captain of an oil tanker
　　That travels through your veins
　　
　　When the satellites hang all around
　　And I can finally hear the lovely sound
　　When all the engines in the back room die down
　　All the airships move across the sky
　　And my equipment just keeps standing by
　　The planets glow and intensify
　　
　　I am the pilot of a cargo airplane
　　That travels through your veins
　　
　　When you are lying half asleep in your room
　　Unaware if it is midnight or afternoon
　　Because the water doesn’t flood the stairwell
　　It could be raining but then you can never tell
　　If you’re alone in this awful downpour
　　Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door
　　
　　In the evening light, the boulevard
　　Conceals the night with dis-regard
　　For all the workers in a West Coast shipyard
　　When I rearrange the silverware
　　And reinstall the lights and captain’s chair
　　I’ll lift the ceiling off to breathe the ocean air
　　
　　I am the engineer of 40 freight trains
　　That travel through your veins
　　
　　When you are lying half asleep in your room
　　Unaware if it is midnight or afternoon
　　Because the water doesn’t flood the stairwell
　　It could be raining but then you can never tell
　　If you’re awake in this awful downpour
　　Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door
　　When you are swimming in Miami at night
　　I’m all around you in the traffic and city light
　　
　　
　　
　　CAPTAINS AND CRUISE SHIPS
　　
　　I am stuck in L.A. through the week and can’t get away
　　And you’re alone on the pier in West Palm Beach on your holiday
　　Stormy nights re-awake the stomachache that I’ve acquired
　　From feeling down, things look grim and I’m so sick of being tired
　　
　　Apartment lights go dark and it’s depressing but what can I do?
　　The midnight streets feel dead when I am so used to driving with you
　　
　　Brighter lights fill the nights and bluer skies reflect in your eyes
　　As I inspect and analyze all these dreams I don’t recognize
　　If you’re still up when the ships in the port prepare to set sail
　　Comb the beach and put those blue flowers up in your ponytail
　　
　　Inside my head your voice is still resounding but what can I do?
　　The empty rooms feel cold when I am so used to being with you
　　
　　Count the stars, watch the waves, absorb the summer sun and think of me
　　When you explore hidden coves and tiny island chains throughout the sea
　　Can you still hear my voice when I’m outside from over the phone?
　　For what it’s worth darling dear, I wish you were here cuz I feel alone
　　
　　When you were home, we’d sing but since you’ve left I don’t hear anything
　　And though I feel so sad I can’t believe things are really that bad
　　
　　Old captains and brand new cruise ships
　　Sailing over the briny sea
　　When I crash my beloved desk job
　　And swim through the debris
　　I’ll cut loose and leave this madhouse
　　Bound for the Atlantic blue
　　I’ll stroll down your tree-lined driveway
　　And sail the ocean with you
　　
　　
　　
　　DESIGNER SKYLINE
　　
　　Affection, the gifted architect
　　Is making a draft and beautiful design
　　The options and possibilities
　　Are endless when we connect and re-align
　　Collections of books and documents
　　Arise and parade around my cluttered desk
　　Reworking the math and measurements
　　Until I’m convinced these plans are picturesque
　　Like mountains in the Midwest
　　
　　Reaction creates the columns dark
　　And wide like the roads around Fort Lauderdale
　　The structures begin to take their shape
　　Before I’ve designed the public monorail
　　The turnpike and high-speed motorway
　　Connect and enclose the quaint suburban streets
　　The airport, the broad suspension bridge
　　The lake and the beach where several rivers meet
　　Compounded from the spreadsheet
　　
　　A city sparkles in the night
　　How can it glow so bright?
　　The neighborhoods surround the soft florescent light
　　Designer skyline in my head
　　Abstract and still well-read
　　You went from numbered lines to buildings overhead
　　
　　
　　
　　PANDA BEAR
　　
　　I’m moving to Tokyo
　　Cuz I’m tired of San Francisco
　　My contracts are finally void
　　And I am getting out
　　On houses and building tops
　　I swallow the beams and sundrops
　　If my echos could reach your ears
　　Then I could save my calls
　　What happens when I’m above
　　The east river when you are in love
　　We’re staring at all these lights
　　And I am going blind
　　
　　Fill all of the navy yards
　　With hard working security guards
　　Cuz the numbers are wearing off
　　My plastic access cards
　　How can I begin to say
　　I feel better off when we stay
　　In Paris on winter nights
　　Beneath the snowy veil
　　Content like a panda bear
　　Still breathing the fresh mountain air
　　I’ll put on a diving tank
　　And sing when I inhale
　　
　　
　　
　　THE AIRWAY
　　
　　When I am fast asleep
　　I dream and see you floating high above me
　　And I awake at dawn
　　Before the rays of morning paint the front lawn
　　From on the bedroom floor
　　I watch you sailing far above the seashore
　　In deep Atlantic skies
　　You float as I look aft to watch the moon rise
　　Above the avenue
　　I search among the clouds, trying to see you
　　But you are just a blur
　　In the sky when you parachute over the harbor
　　
　　I can see
　　You above with the ocean around me
　　If I could only stay
　　Overhead in the airway
　　You sail through
　　Endless sky with the evening around you
　　When I’m out on the bay
　　You’re aloft in the airway
　　
　　When I’m alone at night
　　I dream you paint the stars against the twilight
　　Suspended in the air
　　I wish your silhouette would always stay there
　　When I am on the beach
　　I watch you held aloft way out of my reach
　　But I cannot take flight
　　Or float upon the air the way that you might
　　When I am in the sea
　　You gaze down from the sky, trying to see me
　　But I am just a blur
　　Through the waves as I scuba dive below the harbor
　　
　　The airway
　　You and I in the airway
　　Aloft in the airway
　　In love on the airway
　　
　　
　　
　　FUZZY BLUE LIGHTS
　　
　　If I could look across the country
　　From California to New Jersey
　　Then I would count the parks and lake resorts
　　And number all the jets and airports
　　All those rather dreary rain clouds still bother me
　　Cuz I look through the camera eyepiece and cannot see
　　
　　If I could open up my window
　　And see from Tampa Bay to Juneau
　　Then I would survey all those open miles
　　And line them up in single file
　　Everywhere I look I see green scenic sublime
　　And all those oceanic vistas are so divine
　　
　　If I was standing on the balcony
　　And you were walking down below
　　I’d feel rather depressed and out of place
　　And lonely just to watch you go
　　If you were swinging from the highway overpass
　　Within the western hemisphere
　　I’d feel rather afraid and insincere
　　If you began to disappear
　　
　　If I was walking through a sad art gallery
　　And you were driving through the night
　　I’d feel rather alone and ill at ease
　　Beneath the brilliant showroom light
　　If I was flying on a plane above your town
　　And you were gazing at the sky
　　Somehow I’d feel intact and reassured
　　If you began to wave goodbye
　　
　　
　　
　　HELLO SEATTLE
　　
　　Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer
　　In the hills and highlands
　　I fall asleep in hospital parking lots
　　And awake in your mouth
　　Hello Seattle, I am a manta ray
　　Deep beneath the blue waves
　　I’ll crawl the sandy bottom of Puget Sound
　　And construct a summer home
　　Hello Seattle, I am the crescent moon
　　Shining down on your face
　　I will disguise myself as a sleeping pill
　　And descend inside of you
　　Hello Seattle, I am a cold sea horse
　　Feeling warm in your sand
　　I sing about the tide and the ocean surf
　　Rolling in the evening breeze
　　
　　Hello Seattle, I am an albatross
　　On the docks and moored boats
　　I sail above your inlets and interstates
　　Through the rain and open wind
　　Hello Seattle, I am an old lighthouse
　　Throwing beams of bright light
　　Red in the morning, blue in the evening sun
　　Taking heed for everyone
　　
　　Take me above your light
　　Carry me through the night
　　Hold me secure in flight
　　Sing me to sleep tonight