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This Could Take Forever
03:27
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You don't have to wonder why
Every two wrongs that don't make a right
Have been gathered and saved for the moment you recall the remorse that you failed to imply.
Because we've all been thinking it through
That posterchild that looks just like you
We had noticed the caption above him read seven brief words that we think you could relate to:
"Everybody loves you, and neither do I."
And we can try to help but just know, this could take forever.
We get framed for eavesdropping when we're tuning you out
Getting suspicious when "that's not what it's about"
Too many breaths I'm embarrassed to breathe when I think I'm alone but you're right by my side
You're well acquainted with the fear of confession
It's as if these limits were merely suggestions
And I know I've said this millions of times but I wanna let it all out before it loses its meaning:
Everybody loves you, and neither do I. Everybody loves you, and I just cannot see why
And we don't care to help so just know, this could take forever.
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How many close calls until I am spent?
Is it you or I that misrepresents?
Is there forgiveness in the lack of coexistence?
Is it wrong to imagine that nothing can grant it?
Does one just assume that it's there?
But nobody asks, 'cause no one wants to know
Behold! A modern miracle of how I've managed to inhibit my dialogue without ever once breaking character
A microexpression could give this away and I'd have nothing to show for those years I spent saving face
Willful stagnation, credibility withdrawn, I want to look straight ahead and forget what I saw
Yet my expression remains depraved. Yet my expression remains unwillingly depraved.
Against all better judgement, should I accept your misguided declarations as truth?
And in the event that I should be unconvinced, would you hesitate to recite that old adage once again: "Great minds think alike I suppose?"
'Cause you don't seem so sure of that this time around
Will every last scenario lead to sacrifice if getting nowhere close is all that will suffice?
Does there lie forgiveness at the edge of this impending descent?
"But you'll just have to give up the ghost, and this time it's literal."
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Swim
07:01
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It eventually comes in to question
If I am constantly undoing progress
And as I become unrecognizable
Does my reticence serve as an explanation?
The contemplation of a million lifetimes and all their possible outcomes
Will it keep me occupied? Will I learn what to expect?
Atop the archives building, disheveled in a sudden, violent collapse
In every moment of my advancement, the likelihood of failure increases
That man often lauded for his efforts, sure seems suspicious as he strikes the applause
As I exhaust myself of any necessary resource that could help me improve, I attempt reflection in a witless state
These lamentations will exponentially increase, while any hope for consolation will drastically deplete
It eventually comes in to question
They move out of structure
An umbrage was cast
We watched it waver from the shape of their outline
Reliving moments that were cut from the past
And consequently we dissipate into one another
Disconnecting from ourselves as we inched away
All in our field of vision, a facsimile
Apoplectic as we waste our breath for amity
The reflection we fear looks on impassively
It eventually comes in to question
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Dixie's Bright Idea
01:52
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You can tell by the way that he looks down
By the way that he tries not to laugh
That he's got something that he's wanting to tell us
That he knows something maybe we don't know
Dixie: "What if I told you in the time that we've been here, the sun has set and rose millions of times? What if I told you when we're given instructions, that our worst efforts would work just fine? Believe me when I say I know we deserved this. To tell the truth I kinda figured you knew. And I know that this might come as sort of a surprise, but there's ONE question that I'm nervous to ask and it's: 'what if I told you that I knew a way out?' But you can figure it out. Yes you can figure it out."
Crowd: "You'd better tell us right now. You'd better tell us right now."
Dixie: "Hey, hey, let's just take a breather. I know you're mad but now what good does that do? If you wanna leave now you'd better comply. Just put yourself in my shoes, oh I think I know what you'd do. Just put yourself in my shoes, oh I think I'd know.."
You know I love to see the look on your face
I just can't help myself
As you can imagine now I'd hoped this had happened. I hope that elephant in the room overstayed her welcome. The consequences of my bright idea, well they just make me laugh. I just can't help myself.
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It's Getting Hilarious
05:21
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Maybe I'll put this off a couple more times
There's no doubt that this feeling survives
And do you know what would be divine?
If it was in me that you would confide, and not the other way around
But go ahead, I can wait, I'm sure no one will take my place
But go ahead, I can wait, what's the worst that can happen?
Now I'm faced with a useless substitution that I must endure, for that ounce of prevention, and that pound of cure.
Would have never known until I tried.
Your words, a revelation, no letter could contain
One more restless night and you might know exactly what to say
So you rushed to let it all out, to try and put yourself at ease
This was the moment I'd been waiting for so I thought I'd do the same
But this doesn't end well. This sort of thing it could never really end well, and it's getting hilarious
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Intangible
04:01
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Collapse in to yourself
See what I see
Fall into the past
Dream what I dream
It's only when I become aware of all my surroundings, intangible though they may be, that I decide to come clean. I decide what's preferred, but never in consciousness. Increasingly aware of what mistakes I was glad to make.
Awake to hear the sound of his swan song. Asleep just in time to miss everything. Arise to meet the wind, with every ounce of dispassion that's left in me.
Never a credible source, what resonates as I drift away. Discerning between what's real and fabricated, it proves impossible.
Do I act out of benefit, for myself and those I care about? Or did I synthesize that which I'd promised not to mentalize?
Trust every thought you have while it's there, the ones you can't control or decide. Despite the doubts that it's wise to optimize one's self with this disguise
Collapse in to yourself. See what I see. Fall into the past. Dream what I dream. It's only when I become aware of all my surroundings, intangible though they may be, that I decide to come clean. I was always glad to make this mistake.
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Wait for it, there's specific methods to reverse regret. It's independent of the problem at hand. Diverge from or introspect on what fulfills your plan. You'll have to identify which is more necessary. And I can already hear you ask yourself. If it should hurt as much as it does, well it should and it should and it should and it should and it should.
It permeates the paradox this results in with only more contradiction. It negates all the "you had to be there," and perpetuates all the ubiquitous tension that somehow makes this seem less realistic than it already did, now how exactly could this be?
All the love that was lost, mixed with everything else that lives on, "forever," can't be used to excuse that which we inherit or succumb to, which is not as defining as you thought. For better or for worse, those words we turn our heads to but never say out loud, as if it weren't allowed.
The perfect way to ask you I thought of it but lost it, in more ways than one. We pause at every turn, we end up where we'd begun. Bereft of any statement you were told when you seemed alive. Apologetic, when it is convenient, but that doesn't seem to extend that much further than when you are alone. And I thought I did my research, I thought I'd made it clear, but out of respect I'll just leave it at that.
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Adorned with a necklace made from balled up sheets of paper and receipts where you'd jot down your ideas, just whatever you could get your hands on. Lest another masterpiece slip through your fingers, just like the last one, and the last one, and the last one.
And you wonder why it is that we want you to stop, or at least reflect on what you've become. You can't win back the dignity that you've lost, 'til you cease the transgressions you attract.
Gaunt and fetid from each day waiting on a new idea. "This next one is sure to succeed!" What more could inspire? What could stoke that fire? Well just concentrate, yes I'm sure that you'll find it. Oh I hope.
For those subtle scowls we can't thank you enough; I believe in you as you believe in me. He'd never waste his swan song on you; he aims to please but he could never make that guarantee. But stick around 'cause eventually he's sure to astound, I hear he's working on something more low-brow.
Huge gaps in between deep breaths you're reminded to take, constantly. The origin of which we can't understand. Roused from our sleep we heard the solemn declaration of, "well I've got me a great idea!"
You don't get it, you just don't get it. I can never realize these dreams on half-witted limericks and polarizing motifs. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I refuse to end up how I'm portrayed, oh I hope.
I hope to live one day.
So I'm gonna take a step back. Survey all that's before me.
I'm going to take a step back.
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They won't notice if it's blatant "See?"
Or if they do surely they won't care. Worst case scenario we end up with a few poor reviews. Just doesn't sound so bad.
But come to think of it, what if this had happened to me? A life's work turned parodical production. When I look back on this will I feel the same as I did when I just viewed this as an innocuous game.
A little worse for wear? Well not just yet but I can try that on for size.
"Here may lie where you made the grave mistake."
"Alright I think you might just have a point I guess."
They must want me dead and I can't say that I blame 'em.
Can we just view this as friendly competition? It'd be nice not to be admonished for what could benefit us both but I'm just gonna let you make that call.
I want to see the proof that this results in a fall from grace. I want to see the proof; if all press is good press then I guess that's all that was missing. I would love to see the proof. You keep insisting but I've yet to disavow. Before you say to pull the plug just know it'd take a lot to make me think that I've still got it all wrong.
They must want me dead and I can't say that I blame 'em.
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That man is up to his old tricks again. And he can't be bothered to make amends. His ankles caught in a pit of viola strings. But it's the night before and he's just in the middle of a nervious dream
And he asks himself who he is when he writes these songs. A swindler? A conniver? An extention of himself?
The constellations reform into a helping hand. Reciprocate or withdraw, they fail to understand. Anticipating resolve, he takes a moment to breathe, but can't recall just what he's seen.
And he'll brag. And he'll boast. And he'll never repair the fourth wall he broke until he faces the reflection that he dreads the most.
The rhythm section explodes, each pizzicato resounds, every vibrato aglow, not a single dry eye in the room. But all these worrisome thoughts, where they tend to fluctuate, of course it would be right now, they start to punctuate. And what was said on that day, where you made the grave mistake? Did connotations delay a certain hint of dismay? If they just interpret his actions for a minor mistake, if they were to notice those subtle scowls, would that give this all away?
That man applauds himself once again. As the end draws near it's too late to make amends. Those he's wronged may try to keep him from enjoying his realized dream. With an obscured view it's still the most beautiful thing that he's ever seen. A standing ovation, a lasting impression, he steps across the stage and takes the fatal bow.
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X.Y. Spaces Decatur, Alabama
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Jonathan Ransom - Guitar
Brady Lett - Vocals
Alex Hames - Drums
Heath Brister - Bass
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