1. |
Victor of Aveyron
01:22
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oh, god
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2. |
Foster Discontentment
04:05
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four years
four years i've spent in this town
four years
four years of making you proud
but four years they fly by quick
four years and i'm out of here
four years and i'm out of here
four years
i'm done with this
why can't you see?
it's not for me –
not for me
i'll grow up smart
i'll grow up rich
regret my life
forget my kids
one life to live:
a life in debt –
of past regrets
and past success
i'll fight for years
i'll find what's left
i'll find what's left
i never let you down
you never let me leave
that's fine by me
but i'll fight for years
for a chance
to prove you wrong
i never let you down
you never let me leave
that's fine by me
but i'll fight for years
for a chance
to prove you wrong
four years
four years i've spent in this town
four years
four years of making you proud
but four years
they fly by quick
four years
i was out of there
four years
i was out of there
four years
paper towns
paper people
get me out
get me out
paper towns
paper people
get me out
get me out
paper towns
paper people
get me out
get me out
paper towns
paper people
get me out
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3. |
Misgivings
03:34
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days blend into night
as candlelights dim
like the health of this life
cause the rearview mirror
had plenty to say
like, "your freedom's found
in the sunset rays"
but my hands are shaking
my hope wears thin
this hope wears small
like the tight of my skin
this supertramp has met his match:
a life lived short –
a life at that
i lived a new man
i breathed a new name
i knew boundaries
and i was free
now the trees
they sing me to sleep
sing me to peace
beg me to leave
cause four years
they take their toll
and life is just too long
i lived afraid of a 9 to 5 necktie
on my life
this 9 to 5 necktie
it's pretty funny, y'know
i thought i knew everything
the day i turned the key
that locked the door
that ignited
the freedom in me
you can think you're right
you can think it through
but when you think you've got it all
you never really know, no
you've never really known at all
i lived a new man
i breathed a new name
i knew no boundaries
was i free?
now the trees
they sing me to sleep
sing me to peace
beg me to place
cause four years
they took their toll
and life was just too long
to live afraid of a 9 to 5 necktie
on my life
this 9 to 5 necktie
my material self
my material things
that pile of ash –
the material me
was it all really worth it?
as i reflect in the end
when you romanticize the future
don't romanticize the end
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4. |
Progress
02:28
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i've never felt more empty
when there's so much on my plate
the days and nights
the conversations
never seem to change
i've fought routine
through every breath
i've made no progress yet
but i'll gather all my losses
and i'll catch my wind again
i've never been the best
at organizing all my time
the tasks and expectations
build the stress
that wears my mind
and i'm putting
so much effort
into things that show no compensation
i'm cutting all the ties
that lead to further frustration
i do what is asked of me
so why do i never see
the results i work
so often for
why are they never shown to me?
guess i'll turn the other cheek
like my father always taught
because triumph in this world
will only keep me here to rot
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5. |
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we're all cutting our hair now
cleaning up
and growing old
getting our acts together –
or at least we hope we are
in a constant state of in-between
with youth, adult, and other things
we try our best to fit the schemes
of those we swore we'd never be
in a constant state of in-between
with youth, adult, and other things
we try our best to fit the schemes
of those we swore we'd never be
i guess this is responsibility
because my arms are still tired
and i'm not holding on
to the thought of it anymore
it's just holding on to memories
that wears you out
because dwelling in the past
meant catching up to the future
we can catch up at some other time
maybe when we've figured things out
maybe when we figure things out
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6. |
Ellipsis
01:44
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i caught a glimpse of the future
the other day
when you looked at me
and turned away
were you looking back
to brighter days?
with brighter colors
and darker shades?
that's just nostalgia
bleeding into my brain
because the lines are blurred
and colors fade
they fade away
like summer shade
to autumn color
and winter gray
i believe that the day comes back
broken ties can be bound again
but they continue to strain
as i continue to stray
i continue to make
the same mistakes
it's a constant cycle
of looking back
not making do
with what you have
it wasn't lost
if it can't be found
it's making do
with here and now
it's a constant cycle
of looking back
not making do
with what you have
it wasn't lost
if it can't be found
it's making do
with here and now
here and now
here and now
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7. |
Parenthesis
02:37
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i stayed up past the sunrise
but i think it was worth it
i was trying
to figure things out
by now i could've explained things better
convinced you
that i've convinced myself
but you were
i'm too dramatic
how i live my life
i'm not being emotional
i'm not trying
to change things back
after all
there's no reason
to grasp for things
you never had
i'm just thankful
but i could never express
how much you meant to me that day
i'm getting over
blaming myself
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8. |
From Underneath
03:50
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this state of mind
won't find its way
out
from underneath
it's killing me
to bury the
attitude
that once ruled me
this state of mind
won't find its way
out
from underneath
it's killing me
to bury the
attitude
that once ruled me
i refused to surrender to
the hand that you
would let me pull
i let my doubts
influence me
i watched my confidence deplete
into a carcass –
bitter, cold
removed the chance
for blood to flow
this state of mind
won't find its way
out
from underneath
it's killing me
to bury the
attitude
that once ruled me
this state of mind
won't find its way
out
from underneath
it's killing me
to bury the
attitude
that once ruled me
i refuse to be
the boy i was
when i was trying to be
a man who knew all
a boy i'll be
until i see
"seek the world,
the earth you'll meet"
the earth i met
the pain i felt
and i ask myself
"what's the point
in telling myself to be mad?
in telling myself that i miss my old crowd?"
i guess
i'm selling out
i'm seeing it in the light now
i am new
with the new day
i am free
in the best way
i am done
i am starting over
i'm renewed
with the new day
i am free in the best way
i am done
with the dead ends
i am starting over
i'm renewed
with the new day
i am free in the best way
i am done
with the dead ends
i am starting over
all again
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9. |
Fluorescent
02:37
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i've dug myself
into a rut
by digging through solutions
i've ruined enough
instead of finding answers elsewhere
i buried my questions
watched them pile up
the rut turned to chasm
the questions turned to doubt
the roots
they're established
i see their products developing now
the fruits
they have withered
parasites have begun to swarm
i let the doubts linger
for far too long
second thoughts are becoming my own
i beg for fluorescence
for an evident sign
i beg for transparency
that my problems be brought to light
where is the passion that i once felt?
where is the drive
the urge
that kept me interested?
the thought of pushing through exhausts me
why can't i overcome
this hesitation inside of me?
i beg for fluorescence
for an evident sign
i beg for transparency
that my problems be brought to light
to destroy what was once peace of mind
easy solutions
they defeat me
instead of working towards remedies
i dwell in my malady
acting like this makes me
sick
but i thrive off of sympathy
i seek it persistently
i don't want to hide my vices
i don't want to lose the rush
i don't want to play the victim
just so i can feel just
i am begging for fluorescence
i am digging towards the light
i am begging for fluorescence
so the fruits of my labor
will flourish through
turbulent times
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10. |
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what good is a lightbulb
if it's dimly lit?
you see the light
but it serves no purpose
like lukewarm water
it's destined for spit
it's gone and forgotten –
no function, no will
i fight for desire
i search for unrest
i know it's not easy
i've got to commit
but lackluster living
it reels me back in
lackluster living
if you find me stagnant
if you find me comfortable
if you find me tuning out
the ones who push me forward
i urge you to provoke me
i urge you to disrupt my quiet
if i seek indifference
i'll never know desire
grit through the struggle
and tense for the hits
to have motivation
you have to commit
like any commitment
there's doubts that creep in
but you have to sustain
you have to resist
grit through the struggle
and tense for the hits
to have motivation
you have to commit
like any commitment
there's doubts that creep in
but you have to sustain
you have to resist
i see myself in the dust that collects
at the bottom of closets where skeletons sit
cause everything that i had begun to see
were products of all my regrets and my grief
their presence
it lingered
like smoke off a wick
they kept me from reaching
for what i once held
i know it's not easy
i've fought to commit
for lackluster living was making me sick
making me sick
you grit through my struggle
you tensed for my hits
you cleaned out my closets
removing the filth
you saved me from sinking
to hopeless lamenting
it's actions like this
that demand a reaction
selfish am i
if i don't share the news
ungrateful am i
if i stand
unmoved
for i have been freed of all guilt
and selfish am i if i don't share the news
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11. |
The Wanderer, Myself
03:23
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it's been hours
it's getting dark
i'm getting cold
i'm getting lost
i'll find my way out
i'll my way out i swear
who best
to get me out
than the wander
myself
the wanderer
myself
the wanderer
myself
cause the road won't listen
like it used to
the sun won't shine
through these trees
i am lost
i am broken
i can't do this on my own
this is where i draw the line
just then the fog cleared
the road quit its familiar
twists and turns
and shelter found the vagabond
cradled by his newfound security
he closed his eyes for the last time
since he opened his eyes
for the first time
for the first time
you opened my eyes
for the first time
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Yet. Memphis, Tennessee
Post-Hardcore from Memphis, TN.
JEREMY
JEFFREY
JOSH
NICK
SHAWN
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