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With Distance Between
03:53
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Dancing alone and making a scene, locked in a cage claiming you’re free.
Buying up more than you’ll ever sell, you’re digging a grave and digging it well.
If failure was real I would not escape, now throw me a bone and see if I break.
Tossing wishes to the sea, brilliant woes and great ennui.
Kick ‘em in the teeth with the razzmatazz, we’ll blame it on the disco and blame it on the jazz.
We will again for the first time, now giddyup because you’re falling behind.
Please believe, you’ll never escape.
We all need a villain, but it’s not who you think.
Hats off, you see, for I decorate the truth.
Hold on, don't take me here, I’ve got to face my fear.
I’ve got much more to say.
My gift is my mistakes.
Take a chance, cross the line, cross my heart and hope to die.
Take it to the limit boys.
Tsk, tsk, tsk all my fault.
Tsk, tsk, tsk nothings lost.
It pleases me, in my soul.
Might I say, I am pleased to meet you.
Is this all in my dream?
I collapsed when the dawn turned to dusk.
I walked back in but you had moved on up.
It ain’t lost on me, I’m over the moon.
To the point: Can we resurrect?
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The Captains Sat
02:09
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Dancing in a selfish act.
They’re all waiting for the chorus to drop.
Oh precious one, an echo of a bright star.
An echo of great.
Hey, for what it’s worth, I’m down on the ground trying to keep it top shelf.
Trying to keep it all afloat.
Yeah, it’s dangerous.
Now repeat after me.
The worst is to come, when art is playing it safe.
When it follows the crowd and it’s copied and paste.
Hey, let’s shake everything.
Let’s move heaven and earth.
Let’s fly too close to the sun.
There’s so much more I could say.
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Tell me something that I don’t know.
What can I say?
I’ve got it all figured out in my head.
I’m fixin’ to die, I can’t complain.
But it might get worse before it’s better again.
Well, tell me something that I don’t know.
I’m going all the way.
No accolades but I do as I please.
If you take my risk then you take my reward.
“But you could kill them with the melody!”
Well, tell me something that I don’t know.
Blessed are the billionaires for they inherited kingdoms.
I’m singing coo coo ka-choo by the skin of my teeth.
Well, tell me something that I don’t know.
They sell us diminishing returns.
There is war on both sides.
Well, tell me something that I don’t know.
This is one of my favorite things.
I swear I’m okay, I just need to walk this off.
If you listen, I’ll stay.
Bring the funk and I’ll bring the soul.
I’ve convinced myself we belong upon the train.
But I talked the whole way home again and again.
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Is it morning?
Isn’t morning coming along?
I could tell you that it’s over but I’m nervous that I am wrong.
Is it morning or am I all alone?
I placed my trust in the end, but the page is a silhouette.
With pleasure and pain, are they one of the same?
I do wanna die, just not today.
This fortress can’t be shaken, but I saw it crumble just hours ago.
There is beauty in the desert if you’re looking.
Is it morning?
I’m all alone.
And I can’t tell yet if I’m dead, with the body just moving along.
I can’t make you understand, but the blankest of the pages still wage war.
Is it morning in the unknown?
I can tell you in the morning, but it’ll kill you long before.
You gotta have patience.
Is it morning yet?
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5. |
"Let's Be Friends"
02:58
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Can we just disappear?
Can we all live alone?
Can we dig a hole far enough to make sure, no one disagrees?
Can we have the very same heart?
Can we have the very same dreams?
Impossible.
Then we all agree.
And we watched as the band played on.
Oh broken voice.
My burning heart.
This ain’t the sorta kind of thing to save us.
Can we hold on to the sea?
Can we draw blood from a stone?
Impossible.
Then we all agree.
And we watched as the band played on.
Believe (in) only half (of) what you see.
That goes for both sides of the wall.
Impossible.
Then we all agree.
And we watched as the band played on.
I’ll never get bored of this earth and everyone that calls it home.
So let’s celebrate it, with cake on the table and salt in the wound.
Let’s go!
Here we are, once and for all.
Maybe I’m all alone, but I’m not.
They came one by one, every two out of three, so we watched as the band played on.
Save us.
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"End This War"
03:25
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Maybe I was scared, shaken from the unknown.
Take my hand, to the “perfect storm” of a situation.
Take the questionnaire.
See if people care.
Toss it in the air.
Keep in step.
Here we go again.
I’m asking for a friend.
Watch until the end.
I’m out of step.
Try and stop me.
Take my hand home.
Sad songs, until the end.
We make-believe it all, until the end.
Which does not make it wrong, again, my stranger.
I’ll take comfort in a month of Sundays.
Satisfaction and expectations.
Send your paycheck to the current fashion.
I know, but hear me out…
Let’s never go back.
I sing along, until the end.
Now, overcome myself.
Until we try, we’ll never know.
So laissez-faire about my life…
Until the end.
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7. |
They All Agreed
04:07
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Giving up to the undertow.
To our surprise, she remained afloat.
I’m taking kindly to these cowboy songs.
A “Hallelujah” ain’t a thing that’s left my heart or my home.
This is always my least favorite part, taking questions that ain’t been said.
Say hello to my dying breath.
Sweetheart, I’m doing my best.
You’re the calm, I’m the hurricane.
I like you, you always shoot me straight.
To the voices that are in my head: I couldn’t do it without you.
To the voices that are in my head: I can understand.
To the voices that are in my head: They might be happier without you.
To the voices that are in my head: Let’s wake the dead.
This is always my least favorite part, knowing it deserves to bleed.
Let’s circle back when the title wave is gone.
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8. |
Then Got Bored
04:12
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If I’m not mistaken, I know the future is irrelevant.
I know they’re carrying torches.
I know it’s dead on arrival.
I’m not the one in denial.
I’m not having a conniption.
I’m just a soul that is restless.
I never plan to stay here long anyways.
I guess I could just let it go.
I know enough to know, I don’t know.
But I know you can’t make tomorrow, with “the good old days” as your residence.
I know you cannot make progress, looking forward to another yesterday.
So let’s let the future, just, do her thing.
If you ain’t careful, they’ll try to “make it great again.”
Living in a watered-down cycle.
Prophecies of half-truth “remember when.”
Dressing “comfort” up, as revival.
This game cheats, but don’t fret.
Standing all alone…
I believe in art, as a savior.
I believe it was sent down to misbehave.
I believe it is two steps ahead.
I believe it’s backwards, to follow.
Oh baby, I think I took the long way.
Oh baby, I think I took the wrong way.
It’s the same game, I think they just cut the lights.
Oh baby, I fear I took the long way.
I’m taking myself out.
Do not make a scene.
If you do this well, let’s compare recipes.
Take my fears outside, kill them one by one.
And if you succeed, please share your recipe.
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You can take a backseat.
You’re second fiddle to my next trick.
But don’t go nowhere, time is often reckless.
Flexing nightmares, I’m doing it again.
I meant to put it in its right place.
Never again, let it default.
I’m coming at you.
I wish you would.
Tell them what I came to say.
This is all I got.
Hold up, everything I do is tongue and cheek, man.
That riff is money, let it speak.
Leave it in.
Marinate.
Keep it loud.
Suck it up buttercup.
Now take them out.
This is a fault that is not yours.
The intersection of my obsession, and the cure.
This is all I got.
Holding on for something else, it’s a long, long way.
Broken rearview.
Never fade out.
The mountains sing aloud, their songs of sorrow.
Never fade out.
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'68 Atlanta, Georgia
Georgia, USA
Josh Scogin
Nikko Yamada
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