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Everything Whenever
04:06
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Dust yourself off and raise your glass
The past is the past forever
We’re never going there again
Said god, with a shrug, “whatever”
Reflections deceptively shifting
In the way they don’t appear to shift
If they were honest they’d be quivering
Disclaimer: only trades in short shrift
Voice booming down from the heavens and hills
Said “you better take heed or whatever”
Come down with a flurry of fire and chills
Everything Happens Whenever
I’m so unstuck from all time
Simmering quiet on the pitch night porches
A dimming light gets dimmer
Breeze rushes over the river
A distant smile, a shiver
See the universe can bend
Surprise and shimmer
See the universe can bend
Sunrise chance a glimmer
Voice booming down from the heavens and hills
Said “you better take heed or whatever”
Come down with a flurry of fiery chills
Everything Happens Whenever
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2. |
New New River
03:20
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Washing up on the shores of that New New River
Mud flowing through the gullies pouring in my eyes
Spindling tendrils grasping for my brains
Imma get my self real, real, real loose
Waking up on the shores
Of something bigger than I’d seen before
Imma be refilled
Imma get real loose
Imma take myself
Down to that New New River
Solar panel hills
They simmer and they glare
Spirits shimmy under a sun’s steady stare
Brilliant tendrils grasping for my brains
Imma get myself real, real, real loose
But in cold truth I ain’t quite myself
And nothing’s ever managed to remain what it’s been
Imma be refilled
Imma get real loose
Imma take myself
Down to that New New River
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3. |
Brilliant Ridges
03:50
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There’s a bridge off to the valley side
Walked by desperate folks that wanna die
With the city lights obscured by fog
And the air choked lungs all filled with smog
There’s a valley towards the river side
Where the trees grow tall and the leaves confide
Of the seasons passed and the storms that hit
And the sunbathed ridges all brilliant lit
There’s an interstate I love to ride
Runs East to West, my favorite kind
And on the brighter mornings when I like the pride
I’ll indulge the wanderings to which I’m obliged
See there’s a million places that just aren’t here
All gilded gold and nowhere near
But as soon as you can reach that shore
You’ll be back to where you were before
‘Cause it’s a cup that you can always fill
But never is quite filled
And it’s a glass that’s pointing sideways
But it never is quite spilled
And it’s something so easily felt
But reluctantly killed
And it’s something we mistook for core
But wasn’t anymore
Than a lifeline reaching out
With an imaginary cord
There’s a bridge off to the valley side
Walked by desperate folks that wanna die
With the city lights obscured by fog
And the air choked lungs all filled with smog
There’s a valley towards the river side
Where the trees grow tall and the leaves confide
Of the seasons passed and the storms that hit
And the sunbathed ridges all brilliant lit
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4. |
Big Blank Void
05:38
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Melt yourself down, scoop it up
Steady the spoon, drink it down
Pinch of sugar if you need it
Pour the rest into a jar
And keep it tucked away
For a rainy day
Slice yourself up, tiny little pieces
Sweep ‘em away that’s what rugs are for
We’ll never be seen again
It’s how I get my peace of mind
You can slice out an errant chunk
If you want a piece of mine
Everything we didn’t know
All the thoughts we could have shown
Tell the ones that need to know
Everything we’re letting go
Gimme that Big Blank Void
I’m a trucker on the sea
I’m a sailor on the road
I wanted to be the hero championed
But I’m just the beast adored
If I knew any less
Than what I already do
I would cease to exist
Fall prey to that infinite void
Everything we didn’t know
All the thoughts we could have shown
Tell the ones that need to know
Everything we’re letting go
Gimme that Big Blank Void
Stare at the sky with me
We’re shouting at the stars
They’re just like us
Don’t matter at all
They give off the light our eyes capture
And turn to big wistful thoughts
Get chewed up and passed around
By big wistful hearts
We called it wisdom
But didn’t know what it’s for
Used up all our big words
Didn’t know any more
All the lives we could have known
All the thoughts we should have shown
Tell the ones that never know
Everything we’re letting go
Gimme that Big Blank Void
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5. |
Let's Get Cathartic
04:25
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Those Southern belles were chiming their siren songs
While the boys do their best just to sing along
And yeah I know it ain't that late
And the band next door is playing Driver 8
But babe, there's a voice, calling out, that we can't hear
That secret exchange of discrete vibrations
Moving folks about
Shaking memories free
And teasing stories out
That don't normally see much light
Ah, fuck it, I'll have another drink tonight
Let's Get Cathartic
Sitting in a room alone
Singing songs that were barely written and were never told
They come from some place that feels too much
And was born feeling old
Like a siren in a fog
Like a needle in a thorn
This cup is never filled but this soul is never worn
I was born feeling old
Take your insecurities
Ball 'em up and toss 'em to the ground
Mash 'em into a fine paste with the tip of your shoe
Sweep the goo under the rug
Shop-Vac to suck up all the fumes
What I'm trying to say is take control is what you need to do
'Cause it's so much easier to tell you how
Than to do it myself
So much easier to tell you how
Than to do it myself
Let's Get Cathartic
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6. |
Glow
03:56
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There’s a perch upon a hill
You can come and drink your fill
There’s a buoy by the sea
Swim for the flicker to be free
There’s a well oiled machine
Marooned on the drifts
Chugging away from oceans to cliffs
Well it’s never been missing
Well it’s never been missed
When your gears need nothing but to turn
It’s all you can do to exist
I’m insane
I’m a little untrained
I’ve got electrodes in my brain
Got that glow like all the rest
They all say it’s for the best
Got the glow like all the rest
Emanating from my chest
I had a dream that I was floating
Adrift at sea and barely rowing
An ocean of fluorescent lights
Pointing skywards to the night
Flickering to some lurching rhythm
Like looking through a turning prism
Towards the particle board horizon
I calmed my nerves and I kept my eyes peeled
There was a flood of white light brilliant, blinding, overwhelming, and cold
There was a flood of white light brilliant, blinding, overwhelming, and cold
I’m insane
I’m a little untrained
I’ve got electrodes in my brain
Got that glow like all the rest
They all say it’s for the best
Got that glow like all the rest
Emanating from my chest
I’m splitting time
I can’t unwind
I know
Forever fine
Like eating rinds
I know
That pale blue glow of the modern age
The heart’s machine, it’s all the rage
I know
I’m insane
I’m a little untrained
I’ve got electrodes in my brain
Got that glow like all the rest
They all say it’s for the best
Got that glow like all the rest
Emanating from my chest
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7. |
Something That's Not
03:30
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I’m living like I can’t see me
I’m staring in the depths of what it would be
Like, if I couldn’t see me
I saw a vision on my TV
I’m staring into nothing I feel so free
I’m freeing my brains to come back to me
I’m coming around to what it would be
I’m living like I can’t see me
It’s a little bit of everything’s nothing at all
It’s absolutely nothing answering the call
Am I giving it up,
Or giving it all?
I’m tangling up my brains
I’m spinning my thoughts down the drain
I’m thinking about something that’s not
It’s me
I’m living like I can’t see me
I’m staring in the depths of what it would be
Like, if I couldn’t see me
I saw a vision on my TV
They’re speaking in tongues I already know
They’re lighting fuses never meant to blow
It’s like a fire burning bright in the snow
So it goes
It’s a little bit of everything’s nothing at all
It’s absolutely nothing answering the call
Am I giving it up,
Or giving it all?
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8. |
Killing Knife
03:58
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I went to meet you the sun blaring in my eyes
I should’ve known it’d be the day that I died
So I handed the money and accepted the deed
My heart and thoughts spent, laid out in full bleed
And with agreeances behind you cut the final thread
Left me for what I was, what I am, for dead
Remind me again, the opposite of saved
I wanted something that I couldn’t name
You killed me with your killing knife
I knew I was no good
And all the while your words ringing my ears
If there’s a thought that’s eating at your head
You’ve got to do what you need to get done
And kill that thing dead
No second guesses, no last chances, no negative thoughts
At least that’s what my father said
And he said it a god damn lot
So I hatched a plan, fool proof and well fed
Took an axe to the walls, gasoline to the beds
And I stepped into the night with the wind at my back
And my own true self echoing around my head
See I’ll start the stove and open the gas
Left a note for my son beneath the willow out back
Remind me again, the opposite of saved
I wanted something that I could not name
You killed me with your killing knife
I knew I was no good
And all the while your words ringing my ears
If there’s a thought that’s eating at your head
You’ve got to do what you need to get done
And kill that thing dead
No second guesses, no last chances, no negative thoughts
At least that’s what my father said
And he said it a god damn lot
First came the dogs, sniffing and biting
Cruisers in the driveway, alarms flashing like lightning
Sift through the ash just the cast iron smoldering
And a text beneath the willow where the hounds had been loitering
Said don’t be a fool, but don’t think yourself too smart
This life’s not a game, it’s a hell of an art
And don’t ever lose track of the wind at your back
Just do what you can
Even when you can’t
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9. |
Molotov
03:09
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Been twisting about a whole lifetime
Around my finger ‘till it’s blue
But it’s starting to unravel
I’m losing track of the truth
Pour in the bottle the good and the bad
The fire and the fuel, the stones and the sand
I’m a molotov waiting
A match and a hand
When I close my eyes I see the scenes
The images culled from my dreams
Of all the things I never thought to think
I’m a parachute out on the wire
I’m a circle of crops, that makes no sign
I’m a live oak tree, obsessed with dying
1,000 types of sadness floating in the air
We are writing, we are building, we are being laid bare
We’re the sayer of sooths, and collector of cares
So you think you’re the first to curse the sky
To sit and truly wonder why
Well I’ve got one little bit of truth:
We’re Not Alone, and
You Belong Here
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Big Fundamental Richmond, Virginia
big fundamental is a rock&roll band from richmond, va
stu | gabe | jono
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