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Gray
01:02
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(Melancholic hums)
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Chicago
04:23
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The moon shines over Chicago, the less I want the more I know.
How did I end up here? A bucket of trash that's filled with my fears.
One step into this alley, from the shadows into the creek.
I walk into this house alone so someone may take of me.
I am not quite what I want to be, I've got some issues and trouble walking
I am not quite what I used to be, I'm less important than what I want to be.
Than what I want to be.
The things that I'll sing about are personal to me.
I don't expect you to care, I sing for peace and to stress my belief,
my belief, my belief, my belief.
I am not quite what I used to be, I've got some issues and trouble walking.
I am not quite what I used to be, I'm less important than what I want to be.
Than what I want to be.
Than what I want to be.
Than what I want to be.
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Purpose
01:22
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Some people say that life has no meaning.
they try to tell me that we're only meant for breeding.
They're not wrong to assume we're alone.
But dammit all! I won't condone giving up
in this world where the green stars and white grass
shine perfectly resembling the task of
making us as chaotic as we are,
and building our own shuttle trip to Mars.
(So we don't know how you could go on)
I like to think we're more than that
I like to think that this isn't it.
I like to think that we've got something
that outer-space could not predict.
They say inside of us is a warmth, and we all have a purpose.
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4. |
For the Weary
01:52
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(Melancholic guitar)
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Thoughts
01:40
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Twelve AM and you've got your goggles on
listening to your favorite song.
You can't even hear my voice,
as I scream louder than a lion.
(Duh duhs)
Send me out with a bang.
God's world has left me astray,
[but] I don't mind,
cause I was there in the first place.
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Questions
01:36
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A sister at my side; she was standing nimble and kind,
afraid of the monster under her bed.
She was small and she was minuscule, my condolences do my powers go
And I was confused when her lies brought themselves to my mind.
When panic and haste become sin I start to question all the things you did.
But never did you begin to ask me questions quite like the ones that my Father did.
Time is my medication it's how I know I'm still alive.
Worry is my favorite symptom it's how I know I'm still alive.
Depression is my favorite symptom it's how I know I'm still alive.
Rules and regulations day by day waste my time.
When panic and haste become sin I start to question all the things you did.
But never did you begin to ask me questions quite like the ones that my Father did.
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Blue Room
04:05
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This blue room doesn't do much for me.
I'm awfully reminiscent,
of the best times I had with my old family.
Why am I here now?
A cage is not my home, and sage surrounds this tomb.
How I could've sworn we have met in a previous exchangement.
I'm not sure if I'm still conscious but I feel something, it's not the best feeling.
When do I leave?
When do I leave?
A cage is not my home, and sage surrounds this tomb.
Parented by two awkward sixteen year old kids and one of them had a stick.
As you could well imagine fear struck my legs and by instinct I was fleeing their home
When do I leave?
When do I leave?
A cage is not my home, and sage surrounds this tomb.
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Take me away, I have no purpose, nothing for me to say.
There's no hope, there's no loved one for the world to lend.
I'm under your feet and you won't notice me again.
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Kennel
02:13
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Roar
03:13
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I am an Island
02:16
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I am an island,
my skin is the shore being swept up by the ocean floor,
and somewhere on me is a living body,
I am an island,
my ears are the waves and they can't hear a thing with the roar,
the low tides are eerie, but the high tides are just as rowdy,
I am an island,
my fingers are the palm trees swinging so calm with the breeze,
but the wind does nothing, not when I can't feel its pulse.
I am an island!
So obscured by the continents no one's found me in the Atlantic.
Three hundred miles to the shore, but uncountable time since I was
last sure that you would come home to me.
Yet to find a buddy that will play with my coconut with me.
Not so ready for the world to swallow me whole.
You drove by in your yacht with your friends inside.
And I sat hopeless knowing you won't listen to this song.
Not that I can make music for I am just an island.
I had piers and ships but now it's water under the bridge.
Wood that was wasted and I can't expect you to park your ship on this shit,
when there's nowhere to dock.
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Shivers
01:58
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How the world seems to be black and white,
but nothing's quite as scary as all the light,
that can be shown before my very eyes.
And it will seem so blackening.
It will seem so blackening.
It will seem so blackening to my eyes.
And it's gone, all gone.
Far away, away, away.
Far away, away, away.
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12. |
The Drive
03:07
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(Spooky hums)
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Brave Enough
05:21
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My father has been torn apart, my mother the same.
And my relatives near and far don't show any strain.
I couldn't feel the tears down my face.
A showman my apathy is, while in my hospital bed.
Empty is my love, the thoughts in my head
I could strive to live only a day.
This endless expanse that I see is true, the tides that bring my deeds to you,
and my heart has been filled, a paper that has been shrilled,
I'll see you in the latter day.
And time is my drug, and my feet act as rugs,
that are tired of the ground, they wish to remain safe and sound
and never go see the light of day.
Stay safe and warm, and never leave your home,
just stay put and miss out on the world.
Stay safe and clean, and never never leave.
and one day you'll be brave enough.
YOU'LL NEVER BE BRAVE ENOUGH.
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Brian Booher Texas
Lo-Fi music about exploring the meaning of a meaningless universe
~Brian
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