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Haven’t perused through the snow capped hills
Haven’t dropped a bead of sweat in ages
Giving advice to whoever’ll take it
I thought of this piece as we went out of business
That seventh story flight seems more realistic
From the indented floor beneath my circular pace
I’m making fun of people who don’t deserve it
I’m taking credit for the hard work of others
Whose gonna wait in line
so I don’t have to
High risk again
translates to the highest reward
Some have an interesting way
of showing endearment
While others take just a second
Just a second to get there
And if I hit reset
The sound effects drown out the regret
And if I hit reset
The sound effects drown out ....
I’ll make a better excuse next time
And reassess what it is I’m here for
What are the chances that I’ve made everything worse for everyone involved: I can’t decide
If I just point out the obvious, I’d say it’s pretty clear
That when I’m not here, I wanna be there, but I’m too afraid of a faux pas, and I’m too afraid to say no
And if I hit reset
The sound effects drown out the regret
And if I hit reset
The sound effects drown out..
And I still ain’t slept a wink in ages
Couldn’t care less if I kept in touch
Your advice to just give things a second
Well that’s about the best idea you’ve ever had
(At shows, I go “And I still ain’t slept a wink in ages. ‘W-I-N-K’ not ‘W double-E-K’”)
Haven’t perused through the snow capped hills
Haven’t dropped a bead of sweat in ages
I’m afraid that this has been discontinued
I’m afraid that I ain’t got no more to give
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Nothing more liable to put me in my place, than to get exactly what I asked for
Nothing more disappointing, than any indication of reaching out. Ignore it. And make yourself scarce
I’m so glad that we could agree, that our time was valuable. So many ideas proposed, pray tell that we’ll see them all to their end. And I don’t question what brought me here. What was it that gave me away? It would be the one with the weakest will, that would offer suggestions to fix this
Lamenting the death of, the chance to feel something, and all the while, humored by the spectacle it brings
The monologue that I succumbed to, transferred nothing profound. Merely a simple “what if,” or an “it’ll work itself out.”
Searching for parallels, hours on end, to feign the suggestion of progress, unsurprisingly subject to neglect
Lamenting the death of, the chance to feel something, and all the while, humored by the spectacle it brings
Nothing about this feels accidental, but I’m well aware, that I’m owed no, explanation, or any semblance of understanding
(*Guest spot from Russ Rogers*)
*Squandered days and sleepless nights
Opportunities seem so out of sight
Lacking the wherewithal to advance in life
Ignoring the shame and turning off the lights
Motivation always escapes me
Eyes locked to the screen
Or lost in another day dream
To separate the world from me
To forget all my failed responsibilities
Motivations always escapes me*
Conclusions we came to were false, that everything that we had worked for was worth it. My failure to withstand this condition, resembling a second of dawn, that’s view is consumed by the same novice hands I used to drown out any offering of guidance
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X.Y. Spaces
03:57
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In one phrase, that which I’ve come to expect, what words would you choose to explain how you’ve gone above and beyond? But no one seems to notice. What part of “cheer up” did they not seem to comprehend?
And it’s everyone else’s fault
And it’s everyone else’s....
Transfixed on the constant “no matter what,” and the “it is what it is,” and the “I wish I could help.” Yet clueless when approached with all that should go without saying (I say ‘explaining’ instead of ‘saying’ in the live video, which I prefer.)
And it’s everyone else’s fault
So many ways to say the same thing
And this is the thanks that I get
If I feel this way, then you should too
And you’ve made your point
But once supported the foundation is missing
I’ve patched things up with acquaintances for grander things
Such a pleasure it’s been to have known you
We’ve been going about this all wrong
The greatest scholars have been lead astray
Yours is the only voice I hear
When I decide to make my next move
And it’s everyone else’s fault
So many ways to say the same thing
And this is the thanks that I get
If I feel this way, then you should too
And it’s everyone else’s fault
With every word, now abundantly clear, we’ll go above and beyond and beyond for you. What part of “cheer up” did we not seem to understand????????
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Think Tank
04:12
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If you should ever decide to speak to me
You are begging for the attention of a stranger
Not someone that you’d claim
I tried approaching this in ways that should have nullified the impressions now held
of the capacity to cause harm, to be worthy of someone’s fear
‘and it bears repeating, the fact, that we’ve said this out of love’
but everything came out in tongues
and there was no one to translate
without a waver in the shape of my outline
i am away (repeats a lot)
‘you shouldn’t be here’
is all I’ve managed to take away
message received
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Thanks for Everything
03:10
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Thanks for nothing
A long sigh followed
If past is prologue, then I won’t keep my hopes up
And he can say whatever he wants, but it’s to be kept short and sweet
We often argue about what’s been said, but never wonder what’s been kept
And in such fault he’s owed reprieve, enough pressure and he’ll speak, in due time
A perfect time for him to fall in to the ancillary role that he was born for
There’s no one who I envy more than the one who knows no doubt in themselves
On an honorable note he leaves, without being any the wiser, we jump ship
I’m sure your loved ones would love to report an episode of inarguable brilliance
A life’s worth of possibilities have opened up
No one can take this away from you
It’s almost like we forgot to say ‘thank u’
With every setback long since ceased, your contributions shine much brighter. Where would we be? (an understood ‘without you’)
...
..
And once again, this is the thanks that i get
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Discontinued
04:26
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And I’m afraid that we’ll pick this back up
Anxiously awaiting the long con
If there’s something that has yet to reach us
Spare us no suspense
A holding pattern that you thought you’d prepared for
You’ll cover no less ground than before
And I expect that nothing gets past you
It’s clear the burden has fallen where it was meant to
You are the validation you seek
You are the genuine article
No longer sources that we can depend on
We’ll speak them into existence
Non-answers, non-replies abound
You wouldn’t wish this on anyone
Nothing moves you to shift this routine
And I understand, that you have, a good, excuse:
a rEfUsAl tO liVe iN fEaR
I fell out of favor with ease
Didn’t even have to do anything
Took nothing but employing belief
That I could help narrow down what sustains us
But now, maybe you’re right
This series must be discontinued
What’s left: an indelible imprint
If for no one, not a soul but ourselves
A time-stamp of reluctant acceptance
Or a scathing social critique
Open for your interpretation
And I can’t think of a better way to give thanks:
Than to pick this back up
Anxiously await for something to click
Start making sense this instant
A perfect way to prove it’s time
For this series to be discontinued
Y me temo que volveremos a esto con ansiedad
Esperando la estafa más grande
Si hay algo que todavía no nos ha llegado
no nos escatimes ninguna anticipación
Un patrón de tendencía para que pensaste que habías preparado
no cubrirás menos tierra que antes
y espero que nada te pase
Está claro que la carga se ha caído donde estaba destinada
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X.Y. Spaces Decatur, Alabama
'Preciate it
Jonathan Ransom - Guitar
Brady Lett - Vocals
Alex Hames - Drums
Heath Brister - Bass
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