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Location is Everything
07:40
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Contempt for the middle, the mundane mediocrity
Of a domestic lifestyle as something I desired
But once I attained it I realized it's worthless
Location is everything to me
Endless strip malls placed with care
The grid spans for miles, the patchwork so neat
I thought I was prepared for liberation
But location is everything to me
Don't be so surprised
If I don't return for a while
Two red pins marking my growth
A sad state of limiting possibilities
Two more lines marking my words
So I'll just stay home, wherever that is
Cause this map is full of holes I can't force myself to climb through
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2. |
Act I
00:41
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3. |
For One Second
05:57
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I could see the fire grow at a frightening pace from the transom over the door
The flames heat the square windows and the slim silver panes nestled in-between
The beckoning colors entrance some reason to leave it all behind me and run
But I'm melting down into sand
For one second I felt awake
I tend not to appreciate this dear old life of mine
Misty hills and muddied fields, a placeholder for my regrets
Every inch of this wintery mess is dredged in steep recovery
I'll get through this I'll say in anxious internal encouragement
But I'm melting down into the dirt below my feet
The driveway smolders and the tires sink their teeth into it
Every excuse to delay departure in happily brandished
And so I clambered back pitifully into my childhood home
Where I'm melting down into the wooden tiles below
For one second I felt awake
I tend not to appreciate this dear old life of mine
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While I'm fixed on the ground
A changed wind blows around
But in time I'll have found
What keeps me at peace
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4. |
Recidivist History
02:43
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Swore off the days when you were acting like them
But wore their old heirs with such blinded intentions
Promise of bettering, but no better off
'Cause all bets are off when it comes to laying groundwork
Burdened with history
Helplessly under its weight
Forging my own self, no more mistakes
Taken everything
And faced the mess with so much indifference for tomorrow, for tomorrow
A long, long lineage of moral corruption
I refuse to be like them became a hymn so forgotten
But our 9 to 5 jobs we find ourselves in keep us terribly spiteful
Breeding a cyclical culture of carelessness
Burdened with history
Helplessly under its weight
Forging my own self, no more mistakes
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5. |
Eternity
05:58
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Nudged up to the sound of a pin-drop and sat up to terrible silence, but the ringing in his head was non-stop
Replaying in a dream so distraught, he though he'd felt love but it turned out not
His brain played the delicate strings of his heart, a symphony so unresolved
But the window ten floors up is a painting of the early morning orange skyline
Swirling thoughts and memories are paled and dimming beside his involuntary movements
The routine reared its head but what shattered by his sinking stomach
Screaming out for freedom, a selfless expression of freedom, and a surefire way to break the tedium
And so he climbed up, his legs were shaking with the cold wind biting at his toes, and for a moment he stopped
Uncertainty engraves this life
Eternity follows close behind
Wordless, the room fell dark and impatient in waiting on him, but a vision stumbled through
Of flowers brimming and vibrant in the sunshine, ,juxtaposed with black coats in the backdrop
But mid-frame was a stone inscribed with his name, and sudden familiar feelings of intense shame
Washed over, timid and careful he stepped back, catching his breath for many years to come
Uncertainty engraves this life
Eternity follows close behind
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6. |
Act II
01:09
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7. |
Bygone
03:35
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Developers construct their senseless squares
One window, one door, one street to flood with cars
A false modernity, a cheated progression
So we suffocate in the sprawl
Fumbling with our hands
Paving over open lands
Drive a thousand miles to work
When did this become the normality,
Where the working class is a casualty?
Oriented strands of wood support your feet
Pray to Levitt, your new divinity
Get on your knees and guarantee the grace
Of a sad, somber, solitary space
Repetition's good for the brain
That's why every house is the same
Indifference to a stagnant pace
It'll all amount to nothing!
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Gas stations rival each other from across the street
Ads for tobacco and prices that cannot be beat
Reminiscing of dreams filled with concrete
Corporate offices sleeping along the highways
Tapestried spreadsheets dictating all of your days
Exhaust pipes coughing and adding to all of the haze
The building sways from the 85th story
Motion sickness, content, and allegories
The resounding orchestra of machinery
The fluorescents humming and buzzing and putting you to sleep
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Under the pines a road is drafted
The world was paved while we were sleeping
Can you imagine being so uninformed?
Can you imagine being so misled?
Anger boils up through the tar
But hey, at least we have more parking
Can you imagine being so misguided?
Can you imagine being so misled?
A monument for all the waste
Destiny's been manifested
Can you imagine being so damn destructive?
Can you imagine being so misled?
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10. |
Act III
00:44
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11. |
October
08:22
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Expectant of the obvious; I turned to me, sizing up the mirror
With the borders painted white and the rain fell slow, practiced in the art of loneliness
Pilot of my own shortcomings, and leading me to dry land
And now remaining is a framing of a former existence
Mostly hollowed of holiness, and pressing against a few painful days
The rain stopped around 2 a.m. and so I went out for a walk
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Bayed at the moon when the water floods my eyes
Then the dawn broke as the receiver came to life
The voice so reassuring as I'm clutching for reprise
Leaves of fragile might coat the ground in red and shimmering chrysolite
The sidewalk crumbles and the high-rise scowls down as I walk in shameful strides
Solidarity, and the broken promises I thought I'd see through to the end
And turning to me now; October, bathed in golden light
Repeating a phrase of optimistic disposition:
"It'll all work out in the long run"
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Birthday in Brooklyn, my friends it's been so long
This group I've grown away from as gracious as a home
We sit in each others company in that corner brownstone
Distant regrets and distance dissipate in the summer air
Exchanging love and rhythm, God I know that I belong here
"This past year or so has been... you know, I couldn't place it"
Rehearsed lines covering for such tremendous wasted time
I wonder if they see through this disguise
Birthday for the queen, my friend it's been too long
Black curls dance in patterns around your somber head
All past and present desires remain unsaid
And the night comes to an end
Bridges burning bright behind as I cross the state line
The Newark air breathes sulfur as the poison floods this car
My head heavy like lead with the thoughts of what if and when
Taillights scorch the night and guide me back to my ignorance
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13. |
The Witching Hour
05:42
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Cash for your stolen gold
Promised providence fills the vacant lots
Strip malls with fake and flaking brick walls
A fool's face as ad space tells me how and what I should feel
But this shadow we all cast is immense and broad
Yet we fill this filthy world, I'm no better
I can still feel the weight of their eyes
As they dart and pass like an old memory, fixated
In convenience store soliloquys; while carrying around such a resentful rhythm
As the halogen above sends ripples and contours of light through our hair
I'll remember this one at least for a while
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I rode around 'til the dawn of the next day
And picked blue from the early morning grey
I traveled through all the rolling hills and farmlands
That hollow out the middle of this state
And stopped out on a patch of grass beside the road
Before it wove too much further down
I stepped out and braved a breath of humid air
And heard the trucks drone from the highway
I followed trees that hemmed together vast fields
And suddenly I became overwhelmed
I'm stronger now than the pressures I've endured
I'm stronger now with the weight of what I've learned
I'm stronger now that what makes me insecure
And though my strength was washed up on the shore
My innocence ran out the open door
Good Lord, it left me wanting more
I really am better than I was before
I really am better off now
I really am better
I really am
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14. |
Act IV
01:23
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15. |
Deliverance in the Wait
04:05
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Closet's weakened and spilling out along the floor
With new clothes laid out on the bed that I've made for myself
Comfort awaits me in the throws of my perception
But cold feet on the tiles are presiding over my own sense of courage
Internal pressures weighing me down and awakening in me now something lost and vague
Excuses aplenty but valid all the same, tossing shadows on the wall that haunt me in the waking hours of my day
Or in childhood the poignance of an unforgiving force; preaching love with practiced hate, systematic in its twisted ways
Or the friends of many years in futures yet untold, disparaging the notions that things will remain the same given all this time
Staggering sensations of betraying myself, but relief from the achievements felt only in my dreams
And when I look around my room, this reality just doesn't seem to suit me anymore
But I know the day will soon begin
Contentment in my own skin
Deliverance from within
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16. |
Heading North
04:45
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Mountains overwhelm my rearview mirror
My ears are heavy but my mind is clearer
Petals fall with haste but I know that I am nearer
I've dreamt about this moment for years and years and years
Canopies of leaves inundate my senses
Cloves of golden flowers confine the fences
Leagues of gracious thoughts hover 'round defenseless
Prior worry bothers me less and less and less
Long time comin'
It's all so relative to who I am now
The Earth starts humming and singing along
As a cool and brooding wind just blows and blows and blows
"There is nothing left for me here"
Location seems to be the most important thing
Enveloping my mind as it's battling
So do not be surprised if I don't come back again
I've figured all this shit out and left, my friends
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17. |
Godspeed!
07:51
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As the sirens moaned a deep lamenting cry
As the disbelief's suspended up on high
I screamed out a whimpered breath of unfulfilled repent, repent!
As the maps rendered the borders well defined
As the lines are crossed I'm reclaiming my time
I screamed out triumphant tones of satisfied repent, repent!
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As the film of smoke clears up I'm moving on
As the highway trails a path I'm pressing on
I screamed out vibrant chants of saccharine repent, repent!
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I saw a future so aflame before me
And held it warmly in unobstructed view
Such power in leaving, to set my conscience free
Location can't dictate who I'll be
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Jag One Jackson, New Jersey
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