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Hold It Over Me
04:47
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Once you’ve had your fill
Of the frames we build to outgrow,
(I can’t follow)
The future is certain,
It’s such a burden to know
But it won’t always be
Can’t discern the difference
Assumption & inference
You don’t know how to feel,
I’ll tell you how to feel
I just want to tell you
I don’t want to tell you anything
But I always tell you everything
Such heavy love
Do you hold it over me this time?
Is that enough?
Because it might be enough to ease my mind
Such heavy love
Was never meant to need my life
And has it still, and always will be steps behind
It’s alright
That sense of wonder
is such a comfort to doubt
But it won’t always be
Can’t discern the difference
Assumption & inference
You don’t know how to feel,
I’ll tell you how to feel
I don’t want to feel you pity me
But I always tell you everything
Such heavy love
Do you hold it over me this time?
Is that enough?
Because it might be enough to ease my mind
Such heavy love
Was never meant to need my life
And has it still, and always will be steps behind
It’s alright
All my life
All my time
Is it yours if it isn’t mine?
Such heavy love
Do you hold it over me this time?
Is that enough?
Because it might be enough to ease my mind
Such heavy love
Was never meant to need my life
And has it still, and always will be steps behind
It’s alright
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2. |
Smokestack Shrieking
04:33
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Screams from out of the black now
Hear the sound of the tracks now
Tomorrow’s always a blank page
It’s bearing down like a freight train all night
Can you feel it coming down the line?
Moves a little closer all the time
Smokestack shrieking its power
Rising steam from the shower
All you wanted was more time
Soon the sun is in your eyes, so bright
Westbound train is tired but nearly home
Eastbound train has tracks carved out of stone
Eastbound train is never coming back
(And every sound reminds me)
Westbound train just jumped right off the tracks
(I left that all behind me)
Sun comes up, it’s transcendent
It’s heading west with a vengeance
Hands at work till your work’s done
Must mean something to someone, sometimes
Always disappearing over time
Tracks you follow, tracks you leave behind
Eastbound train is never coming back
(And every sound reminds me)
Westbound train just jumped right off the tracks
(I left that all behind me)
Eastbound wind starts howling at your door
(Train makes the same reply)
“You can drive all night, but you can’t outrun the storm
Time to wake up, it’s morning”
Screams from out of the black now
I hear the sound of the tracks now
Blink and tomorrow just storms in
Time to wake up, it’s morning
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3. |
Air Quotes
04:15
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Call it misapprehension
That I can’t pick your face out of the crowd
Don’t pay much attention
But I can hear the music fading out
It’s eating half of my brain, I lost a ton of focus
Picked up my inauspicious face and figured no one noticed
I barely needed some space, got more than I could cope with
Determined this was not a place someone should be alone in
It’ll build you up to put you down
so hard to leave that old gray town
With that tiny tragedian that’s dragging you around
I know that it’s hard to believe
I just think you’re trying to see
Air quotes around everything
(I can see the grass right through your feet)
I chose what is coming to me
I’m just taking it personally
Cause I know what you’re trying to say
So you didn’t have to say it to me
You’re a natural flyer
Nothing pulls your head out of the clouds
I’m a bird on a wire
That’s paralyzed from staring at the ground
It’s eating half of my brain, there must be something wrong here
Can’t find a single reason why I thought I should have come here
This burden’s bleeding me out, it’s like my will is gone here
The fact that this is where I am does not mean I belong here
It’ll build you up to put you down
so hard to leave that old gray town
With that tiny tragedian that’s dragging you around
I know that it’s hard to believe
I just think you’re trying to see
Air quotes around everything
(I can see the grass right through your feet)
I chose what is coming to me
I’m just taking it personally
Cause I know what you’re trying to say
So you didn’t have to say it to me
That tiny voice is screaming
You should be alone
You want to be alone
Nobody deserves the love you’ve shown
That tiny voice is screaming
Lock yourself at home
Draw the blinds, turn off your phone
You’re never at a loss when you’re on your own
We’re so much better off when you’re on your own
I know that it’s hard to believe
I just think you’re trying to see
Air quotes around everything
(I can see the grass right through your feet)
I chose what is coming to me
I’m just taking it personally
Cause I know what you’re trying to say
So you didn’t have to say it to me
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4. |
Leonard Cohen
04:46
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Last night I had the strangest sleep. I dreamt that I would never awake for anything. Woke up in the midst of a deep and cleansing laughter; was up all night after. The better portions of my lungs and my conscience are why I sing. The way the sun rises in the east. The way the second summer is always twice as sweet. The dream of birds, and of falling snow. The uncertain nature of infallible strength. I've planted seeds to grow; to rise up through the thunder and the snow. If Leonard Cohen wore a mask, a face to hide his face to hide his shame, what hope have I to ever do the same? As if this meal would ever end. As if each progression progressed naturally. After 13 years I'm right back where I started from. As if it wasn't hard enough to speak. If Leonard Cohen wore a mask, a face to hide his face to hide his shame, what hope have I to ever do the same? In time we'll realize exactly who can count on me, when all these self-indulgent fantasies come true. I'll be laughing behind the mask they made for me at the past I can't escape, as tears roll down the face I show to you.
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5. |
The Aftermath
05:15
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Your fingers
Get frantic
You’re waxing sycophantic
Sounding alarm bells
And misquoting Orwell
When did your heads get twisted?
Tears shed for every threat to your disbelief
You spoke for all existence
None wept for the death of expertise
I hear you scream
“Last year’s just an artifact
What’s gone and what’s coming back?”
Sift through all the aftermath
What’s gone and what’s coming back?
Truth not built
To last now
Your future’s in the past now
Facilitate friction
Sedition from fiction
When did your heads get twisted?
Amnesia history, till it comes round again
You spoke for all existence
Society is out to sea, best not learn how to swim
As the water starts pouring in
I hear you scream
“Last year’s just an artifact
What’s gone and what’s coming back?”
Sift through all the aftermath
What’s gone and what’s coming back?
Everyone you’ve ever known is dead
They’re just playing alive instead
The answer’s buried in your head somewhere
(But you wont find it)
Everybody loses in the end
We just want to make peace till then
You’re pointing guns right at our heads, it’s fine
Must be in our minds, then
Not built to last
Not coming back
(Never paid the price
never broke the mold
always dumping out your heavy hollow soul
Never break your stride
never crack a smile
always face the world defiant as a child)
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6. |
Shadows in the Cave
05:06
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Please
show me you can hear me
Are the words stuck in my throat?
Speak
Do you really see me?
I can’t believe
Your home could be so lonely
But no one gets too close
See?
You don’t need to know me
To know you’d spend a lifetime waking ghosts
Please
I know you don’t believe me
Or love anyone else
Speak
Do you really see me
A sad reflection of yourself?
I can’t pretend that I don’t know how it feels
To be so spun around that you can’t tell what’s real
But I don’t know how to turn this ship around
(Know you don’t believe or see me
Spend your lifetime waking ghosts)
Just shadows in the cave
The only thing you’re not afraid of
(The only thing you feel for me’s
Disdain disguised as apathy
It‘s all I see on your face)
This becomes your whole identity
You think this thing is such a part of me
Tried to forget the fact you can’t conceive of empathy
Even the threat of future centuries
Can’t make you live in fear
Even if it means a thousand years
Of shadows in the cave
The only thing you’re not afraid of
(The only thing you feel for me’s
Disdain disguised as apathy
It‘s all I see on your face)
Your funhouse mirror mind distorts my reflection
Weathervane, hurricane, wind from all directions
Just shadows in the cave
The only thing you’re not afraid of
(The only thing you feel for me’s
Disdain disguised as apathy
It‘s all I see on your face)
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stop.drop.rewind is what happens we emo kids grow up and get jazz degrees. Kris and DJ have been playing together since 2000, Andy is new(ish)!
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