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Mesosoaic
01:44
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Noctosonic
04:20
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Words seem to flow like the moon is a current
A currency paid for with borrowed time
A glance to be lost, but never found
A tidal wave silently sweeping me under
The undertow, pulling me from the shore
Horizon is fading, the lunacy is setting in
And on that last day
my lungs kept burning
Feelings of love
People are observing
And I cannot hide
behind such a beautiful smile
This grand disguise
I still see your ghost...
A moment, turning to a memory
Remembering everything
Even underwater, hindsight is clear as day
I'm floating away in a sea of doubt
Doubtful I'll make it...
Doubtful I'll make it out to the shore
In trepidation, procrastination
Held together by a thread
And on that last day
my lungs kept burning
Feelings of love
People are observing
And I cannot hide
behind such a beautiful smile
This grand disguise
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3. |
Soupman
03:42
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It's a race to find the articles
that make these particles inconsequential
Leave no trace behind
Lest we forget just where we started
Let's break this silence one last time
And we wrap ourselves
in these memories like bubbles
that pop and turn to puddles
We said we'd never put out the fire
but we did
And now I think it's time for us to…
Go!
And try to find our way back home
We were always so...
Now we make demands
of resurrection
with shovels held in our hands
So let's break the silence
and break new ground
Dig up enough secrets to bury this town
I've got a strange devotion
to this commotion
I'm a slave to the song that I'm singing
Held captive
So let's make a great escape
into the sonic waves that we created
The seasons changed
but reasons never did
And now I think it's time that we get up and…
Go
Let's try to find our own way home
We were always so invincible
When did we stop believing
that we were so invincible?
We are the music makers
We are the dreamers of dreams
We are the movers and the shakers
We are thick as thieves
Imagine this:
A life uprooted and going up in flames
This home could never, ever stay
So let me tell a tale of bread crumbs eaten by the birds
We spoke about the now and then but they were only words
We are the music makers
We are the dreamers of dreams
We are the movers and the shakers
We are thick as thieves
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Tapper
04:16
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Let's wage a war on the words
Just you and I and the rest of the birds
We'll kill with ballistics
for loose-lipped linguistics
And I...
It's a shame that the blame on the brain
weighs the same as our pain
We paint over common sense
with visceral cognizance
Alive, alive in a lie
Speechlessness renders me to be so verbally free
Out of control is what I'd rather be
Align, align in a line
Speechlessness renders me to be so perfectly free
Out of control is what I'd rather be
And we talk all the right kinds of talk
but we struggle to walk and we fall... to a crawl
To make some distinction
before our extinction
The mysteries of men
amend the marvels of the mind
Meanings made by motions
and malaise is multiplied
We sleep through semantics
Syntastic romantics
Alive, alive in a lie
Speechlessness renders me to be so verbally free
Out of control is what I'd rather be
Align, align in a line
Speechlessness renders me to be so perfectly free
Out of control is what I'd rather be
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