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02:57
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Possibilities for the eleventh of May. I can do whatever I'd like to. Yet, I can't think of anything that I can do that won't spark a fuse for memories. Now, I'm finding out the hard way to throw away everything. Fuck recycling. It's not Groundhog Day, I'm done living each day again and again and again.
My phone calls are ignored. Yeah, I've been here before. I'd rather leave this at your door. Our minds may wander off, that doesn't mean they lost their way. Aside from these dirty shoes, they'll still walk this line straight.
For now, I'm: sinking to the bottom of the deepest sea, or crash landing on an island where I'll still have hopes for you and me. Stop digging this grave sixty years before an expiration date. Let go, move on, no more worrying.
Orlando, take care of her for me. You see, I've done enough dreaming. It's time that I catch up on sleep. So, would you please?
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Ben Kenobi
03:32
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Usually, I’m not one to offer support or even participate. Yet, I signed up to care about the same people that I’ve been too scared to care about. My offering: I’ll carry the weight of this world. Put the burden on my back, dear. My biggest fear: say, I’m not strong enough. Will I be ridiculed or forgotten of?
Is there such beauty in perfection or are my near-sighted eyes deceiving me? The hope I gained that life would change, that image now is crumbling.
Leaving footprints behind on the shores of time where everyone before me has walked the same path, where the waves break at the fault line. So, what’s the use in steadier footing if the ground beneath is splitting?
Conjuring up the will to feel like I can do enough. Blinded by LED lights. Is it too late to run to higher ground? I may not be a prophet but I refuse to let us drown. I just can’t seem to snap out of this point of view that doesn’t allow me to exist.
That’s the beauty of perception: it varies from mind to mind and changes over time. If hope seems gone at first, I’ll readjust the boundary lines.
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I Told You So
03:27
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When did it become clear that I've become obsolete for shiner models with the right attachments? I've been shelved and forced to watch time pass by me.
Let’s be honest. Our wildest dreams? No, it’s beyond this. Deep down we knew this was bound to happen. With all this talk of the end of days, it’s tough to say that I once dreamed it would end this way. This future is calling. Don’t bother plugging it in, they figured it out how to do it themselves. Or, should I say itself?
Once some companions in my pocket are now enemies of the planet.
I always thought I could be perfect, but my dreams sold out for electronics. There’s no need for recharge, we’re still rejected. So, someone tell H.A.L. (9000) I’ll be over at seven.
You know what they say: if you can’t beat them, plug me in any way.
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No, Yeah...
03:22
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Rain away this weight that keeps me rooted below my feet. Different reflections, but deeper connections.
Time and time again we leapt off before we should have. Now, look at us, or what’s left of us. I’m losing my limbs climbing down this cliff rather large in size. Back to where we began. I just don’t have the patience to wait for someone to save me.
My good friend once said I always manage to get things done. The truth is that I don’t know how, with all my time spent in the past. As I begin to choke down fear, I spill my guts. Behold, I’m glad.
We’re all the same. We’ll build this before we fall apart.
We’re all the same. Aren't we all the same?
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Long Live Belle Vue
03:05
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Abandoned for the winter. While we kept ourselves warm, we left you in the cold. Good riddance! Even if it’s for a short time. Lo and behold, to our surprise:
Someone let themselves in and did it without asking. Someone took advantage of our vacation time.
Could you forgive me? I didn’t mean to say those hurtful words and leave this house with such a lack of security. The lights are back on. No vacancy. Everyone's still welcomed to this party at our old fashion house, our sinking house, our fucked up house on Belle Vue.
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Launchies
04:11
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The newspapers that I've kept as monuments are gathering dust on this floor. These walls are too think for pushpins. They will never be seen again.
I hope they come back to me, all those beautiful things, even though I'll just throw them away.
I'm finding I'll never fall into the place I belong.
This lack of motivation: I can't even find the will to pick up the phone. I know it's hard to move on, but one day I know I will find a home.
I'm shaking the southland hoping to rearrange the state lines.
I'm spending time living under these trees. No room for the sun to shine through. Making mountains on the window sill. I still act surprised when everything falls apart.
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Mike Bibby
04:25
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I haven't viewed a mirror in--god knows how long. I've been lucky enough to catch glimpses of an obscure reflection on cars that I walk by. It's a sad sight for sore eyes.
Lately, I feel as though my mask has fallen apart, or that I've outgrown this shell. Beats me which one it is.
For now, I wish that I could lie on this green without always sinking to the core because, contrary to what this scale says, I'm lighter than I think I am.
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Vessel (Europa Cover)
02:51
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Lets call home our dreams, so forever we sleep. Set to sail, we’re free. Lonely lives we leave. Find a way to shore, and we’ll humbly want more. Time won’t stop for us. Let’s raise the hope we share and wake from this nightmare.
I won't let fate fool me. Illusion consumes me, all I see is my abstract glory that I've trusted so much and so I must let this lead me.
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Chief? (Demo)
02:16
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Raised to believe in a misinterpretation of the validity in a predetermined path. It started off slow then picked up fast toward the moment of clarity: I'm still confused. If he really speaks to you, why haven't I heard the truth?
You're so sure a better life awaits upon his return. I spent so much time waiting for the end of days, I forgot to plan the rest of my life out.
So, when you tell me to have faith, I lose the faith that's left in me.
"Maybe you should hope to god that you'll be relieved of this feeling."
When you tell me to have faith, I lose the faith that's left in me.
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