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Goner
05:39
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Riding out by the ocean, seaside
Warm breeze flows around as I hide from the sun.
The sight can be so exaggerated
But beauty lies in the spectacle of it all
Vastness has always scared me, knee deep in
Fear of the unknown pestilence of my mind
Falling out and cracking up; hazy eyed, a goner.
She leered over to the realization that
She had failed in remembering their last peaceful time
Social constructs demanding and ramming her mind
Causing her downfall, tragic sublime
Swiftly falling off cliffsides, hillsides are
Flowing over her body, shaping her mind
Falling out but grabbing on, no matter what a goner.
He stares off at the distance blankly
Pondering the conflict that he is in
Carefully dictating his next move
This love is destined for something that he can't admit
But the sea it conjures a memory
Distant but close to his mind, disrupting and forcing behind
Falling out and rambling on, as useless as a goner.
Lucid dreams they taunt me, haunt me
Faintly you surround me, around me again
These streets at night are so lonely, only
Filling space left behind from everyone else
I'm crafting all my intentions, wretched and weak
Are all these ideas of kept in my mind
Oh, but faith will bring me nothing
Nothing can save this facet of myself that I call home.
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2. |
Chasing Something
05:19
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Long drives counting by the mile
Weighing my options with denial
The thought of you which I relied
Now a lonely house which I reside
I just got so tired, I slept through the winter
Snow came through my ceiling and froze all the doors
I'm growing out my hair so it flows through the hallways
And picking through these pieces I am reborn.
The car's exhausted, so am I
High beams bouncing void of time
Juxtaposing all my life
This lonely town which I reside
My eyes are burning, protruded and wide
The sun glides through my window and lights up my life
Complacently I feel like I'm chasing something
And picking through these pieces I am reborn
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3. |
Wrong Answer
02:49
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Quit playing with my broken heart
Wrong answer
I come home after so long
I expect you to answer my calls
Quit playing with my broken mind
Wrong answer
I come home after so long
I expect you to answer my calls
Wrong answer
I thought we were romancers
But I hit you with the wrong answers
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4. |
Reverie
03:35
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Snow fell in droves around my feet
Blankets the ground like a tapestry
Numbing, my senses deplete
So i sat atop the vent and felt the heat
My world ascended to a somber shade of blue
Sand formed in wells around my feet
Our hotel cascades its light out on the street
And in the morning I walked the balcony
My lungs were breathing the warm ocean breeze
As pastel oranges and pinks roar into view
But it kept my spirits up
To see what else this life has to offer to me
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5. |
Sweet Release
04:03
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I age swifter by the second
My future is looming in the distance
And so I turn, reeling round the memories
Displaced, feeling bound by everything
Clearing all this existential fear can be a sweet release
My faults emerging in an instant
Fleeting sure, but oh, so constant
And so I turn, reeling round the memories
Displaced, such a troubled history
Clearing all this existential fear can be a sweet release
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6. |
Matt's Song
04:58
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Memories plague me when I think of what's to
Come inside don't mind the shape I'm in
I'm hopeless when I romanticize
Nothing will happen but I hold onto
The nonexistent strings holding me back
Doorway to the love I am looking for
Running away with all the thoughts in my head
I see what my future would look like with you in it
But I stop to think cause it overwhelms me
Just at the point of going crazy
I look around and notice the silence
I take a step back and close myself away
Self indulge my fantasies despite what I've been told
Come in here and lay with me, and stay here for a while
At least until I can breathe like normal again
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7. |
Fragments
04:01
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HO trains and our family portrait
Behind the glass on Sunnybrook Lane
Vinyl wood and that off-white carpet
Hide and seek in that antique scene
Old green truck and the architect's drawings
Fading like the Autumn sun
Trees commence their transformation
Disrobing to their feeble bones
Piles of leaves we burrowed under
Till the town came around and gathered them up
Flourishing to break tradition
And branching out to a brave new day
Oh, fragmented bursts of time
Oh, how I remember them
Sickeningly sweet are my recollections
Like pools of light in a murky lake
All I possess is time for reflection
This euphoric heart does ache
Framed behind that glass protection
A former self that I envy
Recurring waves of profound introspection
I find that my youth was far from perfection
Bearing the burden of over-protection
And saving my soul from a divine intervention
Oh, fragmented bursts of time
I often fail to remember them
They fade out like the autumn sun
Do I just forget and let it all be done?
Or stick around and revel in diversion?
I think I'll wait and maintain my aversion.
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8. |
Thank You (Interlude)
02:30
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Tape loops and samples.
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9. |
Taking the Limits Off
08:22
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Doves above your windowsill
You're questioning if it was real
And sink into your broken bed
To spend your days inside your head
The ceiling tiles are aglow
These lonely walls are all you know
The cross from when you were a girl
An heirloom of your righteous world
A victim of your circumstance
You're praying for another chance
When rectifying visions flood
And lift you from your wretched rut
A break from the monotony
The prisoner and lowly sheep
The sound of rain upon your street
It lulls you in your deepest sleep
He came to you within your dream
He never turns out how he seemed
Oh, kneel before your majesty
You've been chosen on behalf of me
The curtains break to signify
This life you've lived can't be a lie
So detrimental to your mind
Oh, weariness is so unkind
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10. |
Panickin' Mannequin
04:01
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Go, go outside it's 60 degrees and it's sunny as hell
But I'll wait, cause something keeps stopping me
That threshold's too big and I'm afraid that I won't fit through
But go, go regardless cause something keeps telling me that I'll forget by tomorrow
Cause the rotary's dialing, the synapses are firing
And a part of me's awake that I thought was retiring
But wait, wait for my moment
But what if my momentum gets lost in this moment
Oh god, oh god it's too much so instead I'll lay in bed next to all of my anxieties
It's nothing forget it, it's nothing forget it all
Rest, restlessness possesses the rest of my night, so I can't fall asleep
Cause the digital green, the dark is obscene
Endlessly taunting and mocking I wish I could scream
'Fuck all that,' I exclaimed as I wade through better half of my room
Enunciating and articulating the fact that I feel so damn weak
All I need is a boost of confidence, maybe some melatonin too
Something, oh something to die down this fire inside of my mind
Go slow, go slow. Go slow, go slow.
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11. |
Home
06:39
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It's hard to fish in man-made lakes
In the neighborhoods
With asphalt borders detained by stakes
Three years ago in Pennsylvania
In the mountains and fields
With the moonlit ocean and Atlantic sand
Resolved in finding
Intensive sense of finality
So necessary but oh it hurts
Go, branch and find what you need
Go, branch and find what you need
Three years from now in greener pastures
We'll be apart
We'll lay our heads down and think of home
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12. |
Season of Nostalgia
08:09
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Walk into the center, abandonment it thrives
Look through broken windows, reflective of your mind
Oh abrasive winter, it won't stop till you're dead
You woke up from your slumber when panic struck your head
Sparkling hills are rolling towards you as you drive
Oh barren wonders, bring teardrops to your eyes
Absolutely nothing can hear you as you cry
Scream out to your country, but the fields just wave goodbye
Triumphant of this sorrow, the spring starts to evolve
Oh precious sunlight, embrace you as you fall
Houses filled with laughter, and the twilight covers all
Veiled in thick blue lighting, and running through your halls
Raging with the summer, and the dying of its light
Oh dive into the water while holding on so tight
Radiant days are fleeting, and forever feels so wrong
Oh sweet contentment, you feel like you belong
This is the season of nostalgia
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