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Knew Year (pt 1)
09:00
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I sit back and watch the hours pass
Wondering which will be my last
I feel that time is moving much too fast
My skin is shaking
My thoughts are breaking
Memories rush towards me, but glide on past
I think that there is something wrong
My ears strain to hear the song
This confusion has lasted too long
My feet are tired from walking
My tongue is tired from talking
My hand is sore from all the words I write
I sit in the dark because I’m afraid of the light
My thoughts soar like a bird in flight
I worry too much
About doubt’s angry clutch
I’m looking for hope, but it’s out of sight
Curiosity runs high and it’s sure to rise
For he who ignores it will be he who dies
I will not follow blindly or believe in your lies
My feet are tired of this walking
My tongue is tired of this talking
I never thought my life would take this turn
Every day I find myself seeking to learn
And I’m still waiting for what I’ve earned
I thought you knew
I came to see you
I found something that should be returned
Beneath this large golden moon, I lay
Confessing and admitting all my bad days
I open my heart to you now when I say
That I’m sick of all this walking
And I’m sick of all this talking
I’ve always had a feeling for the color blue
Not just because it looks good on you
But because I enjoy the things I do
My eyes fix on a star
I wish to go that far
It might be good, but I wish I knew
Maybe I’ll feel better after a while
You may even see me with a smile
Just one more minute, one more mile
But for now I’m just walking
And I ain’t through talking
I’m not afraid to be seen crying
I think it’s time to stop trying
You sell yourself but no one's buying
You’re just wasted space
With a pretty face
I won’t fear death until I’m dying
I’m not about to give up my power of will
It’s not a matter of choice, but rather to kill
Alone I wait, shaking and unstill
But anyway, I’m sick of walking
And sick of this damn talking
I’ve got nowhere to be walking to
And nobody that I’m talking to
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I saw blue above me
While running from a dream
Ending in silence
It started with a scream
Until now
Until now
Until now
It all was remembered
I saw blue above me
While running from a dream
Ending in silence
It started with a scream
The world is alive
Vibrant colors and lights
A shudder stole over me
On this cold night
Until now
Until now
Until now
It all was remembered
Reflected faces, glaring down
Reluctant faces, wearing frowns
I’ve tried not to think too much
About the journey on which I embark
Long forgotten on this stone wall
Our ancestors left their mark
Until now
Until now
Until now
It all was remembered
Reflected faces, glaring down
Reluctant faces, wearing crowns
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Dark Ocean Behind
05:46
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Open up your lazy eyes
Take a look at what you’ve built
A wall of painted lies
Graffiti mural lined with guilt
It’s never been so concise
That the ocean behind you is dark
Borrow a face that looks nice
Burn your intent with willow’s bark
The life you’ve made is pale
The world around you is stale
You’ve got nowhere to be
Bitter, you sing desperately
Wake up young virgin saint
Peer beneath your window sill
Buy time soft and faint
With wooden nickels and looks that kill
It’s a diseased way to say “hello
Have you been living high enough?”
Nicotine stained, fingers yellow
You sport it well, you sport it tough
The life you’ve made is pale
The world around you is stale
You’ve got nowhere to be
Bitter, you sing desperately
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Knew Year (pt 2)
08:33
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I sit and watch the seconds tick by
Everything you’ve been told must be a lie
It’s been enough to make you cry
Should I trust my friends?
Would that be the end?
I can’t help but to look to the sky
I think you are beautiful, my love
May you always fly like a dove
I’m aching to see you up above
But my feet are sore from walking
And I see no point in talking
I’ve always believed in you the most
Though I’ve been lost out on the coast
You know I never meant to boast
I’ve been here too long
I know I’m in the wrong
You thought I thought you were a ghost
But you’re real and you’ve been there
Then you vanished into thin air
I’m still here, I still care
All my life’s been spent walking
And through it all, I’ve been talking
This place makes for inane conversations
No reason, no rhyme, just strange mutations
Just stop listening, change the station
Shall I decide for you?
Don’t mind if I do
Dream with me until I reach my destination
It will be such a glorious day
I won’t lessen it in any way
I need you to look at me and say
“I know you’re sick of walking
And so sick of talking”
Fly, fly, fly away and live in the sun
Sleep in the leaves and see what you’ve done
The birds scattered at the sound of a gun
You can talk to her
She knows for sure
She knows that she is the only one
The only one who can cure this pain
Only you can bring me in from the rain
I need you to listen as I complain
Who’s going to stop this walking?
Give me a reason for talking
So now that I’m almost through
I know exactly what I must do
My mission is to take care of you
You must be saved
The danger is grave
And you don’t know what you’ve gotten into
The secrets of the universe are within and without
I must find what this is all about
But I’m still adrift in a sea of doubt
I’m so sick of walking
And so sick of talking
I’ve walked everywhere
Am I talking to the air?
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Grey Note Records Tacoma, Washington
A UPC affiliate.
low wave, psychedelic punk, grunge, folk punk, experimental rock, dark poetry, gothic folk, underground music, lofi, art rock
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