1. |
Goodbye And Farewell
04:13
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Goodbye and farewell
For so long I have meant to tell you
About the secret lives of a lightless room
Where the eyes get crossed at the teatime boom
And they can't avoid watching themselves
When they're walking through the house of mirrors
Streaks and spots are not permanent
I can't make that much clearer
I'm all out of solutions
Cause innovation's nothing new
Let's consider ourselves a set
Missing the screws to keep it together
All your fair-weather friends
Just might place a meaning to their ends
Wrapped in a pair of patent leather trends
And clad in matching synthetic skins
Maybe we'll make like the pioneers and
Discover all the things you only hear about
Where a photograph with an old town feel
Holds values as priceless and beliefs as surreal
I'm all out of solutions
Cause innovation's nothing new
Let's consider ourselves a set
Missing the screws to keep it together
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2. |
Fear Of Flight
04:10
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A situation sterilized
So it won't spread between us all
Like brush fire disease
Quietly cowering in the corners of a quarantine
Voice pouring calm and muffled through the intercom
Hums like home, sends the message that nothing is wrong
Pacing and waiting for the diagnosis
Updated charts and your frantic neurosis sees
This fear of flight
Multiplied by years
Has amounted to
You might be surprised
To find that we've tested your waters
And found you to be
A very lukewarm stream of consciousness
Not deep enough to make me feel I'm drowning
And not dark enough to make you seem an absence of light
Not clear enough that I can see right through
And not shallow enough to keep me from diving in
This fear of flight
Multiplied by years
Has amounted to
The concentration in your eyes
Suggests that you've decided to detach and refrain
From all the pointless acts
That we've all accepted as fact
Automatons are marching in succession
Continuous lines, you try to see the end, but you can't
More and more laconic, noon is when the day gets started
Snooze buttons pressed, nine minutes of the night's best rest
This fear of flight
Multiplied by years
Has amounted to
Something that you can't control anymore
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Bicycle Collector
07:30
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On the off chance we bought the circumstance
For what it was worth
The rough hands of a calloused man
Would never think to lift a finger
A permanent seat where the sun shines in on me
Recovered comfort in grief, that's beyond me
Curled corners of felt, feeling losses undealt
Resigning your cheek to the tattered street
A procession held for your lights out professional life
Admit your passing in private confession time
Mist on their faces and where is that mystery
Missed out on watching the rolling plains scenery
They're focusing on how to fuck it up
We're concentrate, and we're broken down into respective parts
Our grainy, sandcastle hearts
Lessons teach us all to cling to the lesser things
Than what it is we really want
Averted eyes and disturbing disguises
And the oppositional slight of hand
Let's prioritize our vices and devise a plan
For what we can do without
Cause there's never a point to turn on
And no point in turning back
A permanent seat where the sun shines in on me
Recovered comfort in grief, that's beyond me
Curled corners of felt, feeling losses undealt
Resigning your cheek to the tattered street
A procession held for your lights out professional life
Admit your passing in private confession time
Mist on their faces and where is that mystery
Missed out on watching the rolling plains scenery
They're focusing on how to fuck it up
We're concentrate, and we're broken down into respective parts
Our cheap paper facscimile hearts
("We're not doing that part.")
("We're not doing it from that whole roll thing.")
("We are now.")
One face deserves another
An evil twin brother asleep in a ball on the floor
Strokes his beard because
His dream said his scheme was uncovered
He's finally finding out how the valleys are
Just mountains gone inverted
That did something shameful
Now they're hiding just like cowards
Cause all that you see is based on beliefs
The placement of trees, the leaf that marked
The page in the book of you that I could never get through
On the horizon, the size and shapes will
Make more like waves than the solids they are, they are
Until... until
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6. |
Lullabye
01:53
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7. |
Here's A Tremor
03:39
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Here's a tremor meant to wake you up
That fake news spun the blanket that keeps you warm
There's a warning horn that's turning off in the distance
In crescendo, decrescendo
Let's compare it to a summer daze
Where there's a number of things to be the opposite of
As he tops it off
Said I was being hypocritical
Said I was being hypocritical
Well, that's useless, and that's just senseless
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Listen up, you're losing sight of
The most significant part
Particles stumbling 'round in the dark
Will eventually split up
Now it's open, and must be filled
Now you know, you can never trust an open field
The shadow spots, the barricades
Stalks stalking an no one to talk you through
Running into two stunning persons
Standing in amazement
The maze went crazy and became a straight path
The dust, the skin collector
And the skimpy flame-proof number
Gonna exchange numbers
Cause they're closet lovers
From above, I love to feel like I'm out of town
Locked towers and polishing a rusty crown
Tearing pages where the passages are full-proof plans
An attack on the comments of the common man
I'm posting little notes stuck with paperclips and pheromones
To keep the talk to small, cause after all, suspense is in the stall
The landscape's out on loan
Decoy decals put out and not thought about
Trapped in this contraption
The lights once blinked in patterns
That for hours I'd decipher
Under guises it might matter
But I was shown quite contrary
As dust and skin scattered out into the sea
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9. |
Saving For The Surgery
03:44
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10. |
Living On Lawsuits
05:11
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