Strangely Dim

by Yet.

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recorded by Clay Crenshaw

Josh Adams screams on Clean Cut
Julien Baker sings on Struggle

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released November 29, 2014

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Post-Hardcore from Memphis, TN.

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Track Name: Victor of Aveyron
Oh, God.
Track Name: Foster Discontentment
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 me leave!
That’s fine by me! But I’ll fight four years for a chance to prove you wrong.

Four years! Four years, I’ve spent in this town!
Four years of making you proud!
But four years – they flew by quick.
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!
Track Name: Misgivings
Days blend into night,
as candle lights dim like the health of this life.
Because 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 no boundaries, and I was “free”.

Now, the trees, they sing me to sleep,
sing me to peace,
beg me to leave,
because four years, they take their toll and life is just too long.
I lived afraid of a nine-to-five necktie!
On my life, this nine-to-five necktie!

It’s pretty funny, you know, I thought I knew everything,
that 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 leave,
because four years, they took their toll and life was just too long
to live afraid of a nine-to-five necktie!
On my life, this nine-to-five 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”.
Track Name: Progress
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 leads 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.
Track Name: Clean Cut (feat. Josh Adams)
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...
Track Name: Ellipsis
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 have 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.
Here and now.
Track Name: Parenthesis
I stayed up past the sunrise, but I think it was worth it.
I was trying to figure things out.
By now I could have explained things better,
Convinced you that I've convinced myself.

But you were right - 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 could I ever express how much you meant to me that day?

I’m getting over blaming myself.
Track Name: From Underneath
This state of my mind won’t find its way out from underneath.
It’s killing me to bury the attitude that once ruled me.

This state of my 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 my mind won’t find its way out from underneath.
It’s killing me to bury the attitude that once ruled me.

This state of my 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 dead ends.
I am starting over.

All again.
Track Name: Fluorescent
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 the 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 the 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.
Track Name: Struggle (feat. Julien Baker)
What good is a light bulb 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 got to commit.
For lackluster was making me sick.

You grit through my struggles, You tensed for my hits.
You cleaned out my closets, removing the filth.
You saved me from sinking to hopeless lamenting,
Its 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.
Track Name: The Wanderer, Myself
It’s been hours! It’s getting dark!
I’m getting cold! I’m getting lost!
I’ll find my way out, I’ll find a way out, I swear!

But who best to get me out?
But the wanderer, myself!
The wander, myself!
The wanderer, myself!

‘Cause the road won’t listen like it used to!
The sun can’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.

You opened my eyes, for the first time.