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Thanks
02:10
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It’s so nice to see you too
We should do this again some time
Best of luck with your future endeavors
I hope you find a healthy way to not succumb to the pressure
You thought wrong and acted accordingly
You made peace
succumbed to an inner monologue
But that peace was only within yourself
he said to let you know he said: “thanks”
You can’t tell a joke from a solemn declaration
You’ve ran out
your speech now just a nervous hum
I can’t thank you enough for the invite
I’m anxious for the next time that our stars align
What a perfect way to give thanks
Such a perfect day to give thanks
What a perfect way to say thanks
What a perfect opportunity
To give thanks
It’s so nice to see you too
We should do this again some time
Best of luck with your future endeavors
I hope you find a healthy way to not succumb to the pressure
That’s my bad
I’m sorry that you feel that way
You got bored and I’m right there with you
If you’ve caught on to the sighs and late responses then today’s a perfect day for us to bury the hatchet
A few words and I am out of ideas
A second thought and I avert my attention
The carving process has been doled out, but we’ll still get caught.
What a perfect way to give thanks
Such a perfect day to give thanks
What a perfect way to say thanks
What a perfect day to give thanks
What a perfect…
We gave you gold and you gave us
We gave you gold and you gave us that saved-for-a-special-occasion, rehearsed smile
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2. |
Montreal Protocol
03:30
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Everything is alive
But nothing inspires
To put an end to attachment
We must let go of desire
Relearning how to subsist
Without a constant distraction
Forever out of reach
Forever out of reach
Excessive, it’s measure of worth
Yet everything is dismissed as mundane
Blank stares relay this message
And not one of us can look away
Steadfast in what’s now compulsive
Doubts nagging perpetually
Like the words I carve into my skin
To keep myself in check
Steadfast in what’s now compulsive
Doubts nagging perpetually
Like the words I carve into my skin
So I’ll remember
Several years too late to refute this
Yet still riled to hear “oh look whose talking?”
The elephant in the room has overstayed her welcome
But you still can’t let this one die
The elephant in the room has overstayed her welcome
Ever willing to plug back in
Even after that screeching halt
At those four crosses perched upon the side of the road
That are holding our place
There is no bottom line
And I’m glad that you weren’t looking
Irrelevant was the sentiment
That you were thinking of
Steadfast in what’s now compulsive
Doubts nagging perpetually
Like the words I carve into my skin
To keep myself in check/So I’ll remember
There is no bottom line
That you or I could possibly think of
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3. |
Tool Time
04:22
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That which forever gives you pause
Is there something that I’m not noticing?
All that’s sworn to be worth our time
Is this another exception?
We could acknowledge our option to throw in the towel, but that’s not the worst we could do
We could hold out for something twice as sincere
And redefine what that actually means
The song is shorter now, upon this millionth listen, did I will this into being? Did I will this into being? A suspicion dictates, that this was never once a living thing. But it had me fooled, it had me fooled.
Don’t wanna cause a tilt in our dynamic
Some things just aren’t worth the risk
We’ve got something so special
So worthy of preserving
Sign me up for another
another couple lifetimes
Forcing detachment, for something to complain about. Forcing indifference, and I expect nothing less
It only makes us closer if both parties are pressured ad nauseam to “sit this one out.” What words, will he choose? I don’t think he can talk his way out of this one; the absolute charmer.
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She goes through too much
To simply relax
And millions of questions that have bested my intentions to improve myself within my given role
Have taken prominence despite the uncertainty that we can even understand one another
I just want to talk to you
I just want to know who you are
And who permits this
Is overreaching
A possibility
I’m doing all that I can
Or at least I’d like to think so
But this is all I can withstand
On day fourteen of an eternal plunge (x2)
Acting out of instinct
She calls out her name
And what an embarrassment I’ve made of every part of me that ever cares to make a single breakthrough
And conversation fails
I know it bears no reflection
I know it’s par for the course
But I won’t settle for less than perfection
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5. |
Thanks a Million
05:50
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Nothing we do now is ever profound
Carve out the eyes from the burial mound
Rescue yourself from the infinite itch
To sanction the side of you that shoots from the hip
Cover your tracks when they survey from above
Escalate quickly when push comes to shove
Convince yourself that there’s nothing at stake
It’ll be the last mistake that you’ll ever make
And I’ve met saints that have been known to give in from time to time
And I’ve met savants who have let it all go to waste
And I’ve met workaholics, who know when to call it quits. So what’s your excuse?
A promise of clarity is calling my name
“The chance for alignment exists on a separate plane”
Punching my ticket I’ll be with you soon
Conditions succumbing to what’s made anew.
We can take a sec to let this one breathe
Just enough to put you at ease
And I’ve met saints that have been known to give in from time to time
And I’ve met savants who have let it all go to waste
And I’ve met workaholics, who know when to call it quits. So what’s your excuse
Who all is this for who all is this for who all is this for who all is this for who all is this for who all is this for,,,,,,
I’m staring, repulsed, blank spaces, on a Cartesian grid. I’m staring, still asking:
Who all is this for who all is this for who all is this for who all is this for who all is this for who all is this for
Upon initial contemplation
I suggest we set the bar too high
We’ll never be able to keep our stories consistent
I’ll go ahead and spit this out
But this is not in the script
Relentlessly insisting, that we keep on existing, the carving process has been doled out, but we’ll still get caught.
Relentlessly insisting
That we keep on existing
We tried to avert our attention
But we’ll still get caught
Relentlessly insisting
That we keep on existing
We tried to avert our eyes
But we’ll still get caught
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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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