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Interference
05:59
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Wear it on your sleeve
Some things wear you down
Some things never change
Nothing comes around anymore
No one left to blame
Nothing more to give
Rather quit the game
That's no way to live
"Everything always works out
Everything happens for reasons you
Probably don't understand
Trust me, it makes this much easier
Maybe it's fine to be sad
Certainly life is not fair, but be
Mindful of what you once had
Know that it's not always terrible”
Gripped, imagining
Ways this could go wrong
Just to smile and say
You knew it all along
Ash and blackened coals
Waiting for a spark
Lost warmth long ago
The fire has gone dark
"Everything always works out
Everything happens for reasons you
Probably don't understand
Trust me, it makes this much easier
Maybe it's fine to be sad
Certainly life is not fair, but be
Mindful of what you once had
Know that it's not always terrible”
No one left to blame
Nothing more to give
Rather quit the game
That's no way to live
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Cellophane
05:15
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Driving 805 miles to see family
Podcasts and artists' entire discographies
Falling asleep
Falling asleep in the back seat
Taking antiquated formats for the archives
Developing canisters of moments stored in books
Break at the seams
Empty the rolls in the darkroom
Rather, you know
Everything moves on without you
But it's never gonna work out
But it's never gonna work out
Finding there's hardly ever time to spend on hobbies
Painting biological rings under eyes
Settle for less
Settle for less than you wanted
Can't help feeling anything but apprehension
At least the articles oppose the tangerine
Finally face
Probably won't face consequences
Cover their eyes
History won't view them kindly
But it's never gonna work out
But it's never gonna work out
But it's never gonna work out
(Cellophane)
(More of the same)
But it's never gonna work out
(Things are clear now)
But it's never gonna work
(Cellophane)
(More of the same)
But it's never gonna work out
(Things are clear now)
But it's never gonna work out
(Cellophane)
(More of the same)
But it's never gonna work out
(Things are clear now)
But it's never gonna work
(Cellophane)
(More of the same)
But it's never gonna work out
(Things are clear now)
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Problematica
05:09
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You've been given a golden ticket. You've already won the opportunity lottery, yet you're too fucking stubborn to cash it in. You've made your bed, now lie down. How many times is this?
You don't deserve this life. You don't deserve this success, this safety net, this relative normalcy. What have you done? What effort have you put in to justify this comfortable existence you've led, where conflict seems to work itself out and the concept of long term consequences is negligible at best? Nothing. You have done nothing to make the best of your privilege. Instead you continuously perform the bare minimum required to skate by.
You have no clearly defined work ethic, and you bounce from one flash hobby to the next as soon as you start to lose interest, avoiding anything that might be challenging or otherwise unpleasant, continuing your desperate search for something to hold your attention. All the while, oblivious to your surroundings. Don't try to seek comfort in justification. Everyone fights to keep their head above water, so that's no reason to always take the path of least resistance.
You should have done more. All your financial woes are just the product of you taking the easy way out.
You should have done more. All the feelings of inadequacy you constantly face can be traced back to this. Because why would anyone want to put in the time for someone who has not put the time in, himself?
You should have done more. You think you don't measure up to your peers? Well, you don't. Hindsight is 20/20, and here it's 20 fucking 10. The world may be uncertain and unfair, you may have been cursed with bad chemistry, but that's no excuse for complacency. It just means you have to work that much harder. Don't complain. All your problems stem from your refusal to play ball like the rest. It's all you.
You should have done more.
"I've given all that I have"
It's always necessary
Don't recognize what I am
Adapted to the symptoms
It figures, that's how it ends
With total shutdown policy
The funeral drum plays pretend
I'm marching to its rhythm
Guess that's the way that it goes
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4. |
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I'm still unarmed
Not equipped to understand
Sounding alarms
Doesn't make a lesser man
All ends the same
All roads leading to nowhere
Zero sum games
Always add up to nothing
And it goes on
Suspiciously working out too well
As Sisyphus battles up the hill
Begrudgingly forced to start again
The cyclical trials never end
Coat in a sheet of ice
Ignore well-meaning advice
I swear, all roads lead to ruin
They'll say "alter what you're doing"
I know
"Just wait for your day"
Wait silently
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Sprawled out in the living room surrounded by boxes
And bags of a life about to leave behind
The dishwasher clashes with the laundry room's tempo
It's hardly established if there's tempo to find
Is there somebody there?
Amazed at the frequency of sleep deprivation
Assorted lists comprised of character flaws
Circle the drain and drag through the trenches
Compulsively channeled into lyrics for songs
Is there anything there?
Demotivator
Self prescribed
Demotivator
Cause everyone knows that it's better than nothing, than nothing at all
Could handle the stress with a clearer objective
With Christmas-themed cardboard sleeves that hadn't run out
The collegiate curtain closed by social directive
Been thrown off the deep end, told to work till you drop
Is there somebody there?
Predictably flagellate with every album
"It's part of the process, please, spare it no thought"
So bring down the house lights, and the silver screen flickers
Regaling a lifetime of flubs and faux pas
Is there anything there?
And once again
Demotivator
Self prescribed
Demotivator
Cause everyone knows that it's better than nothing
Demotivator
Just to survive
Demotivator
Cause everyone knows that it's better accompanied with noisy guitars
It's always something
And it all comes back, it comes around every day
Thought it all came at once, turns out it comes back in waves
Empty platitudes enough to steer attention away (from the damage to the hull)
The water's rising and eventually illusions will fade
"It's Alright, It Always Works Out, and 19 Other Lies That You Can Tell Yourself and Laugh About"
The steps make sense but you probably won't find
This process when partaking in the parlance of dysfunctional minds
Demotivator
Everyone knows that the temporary stone can start to roll (when the hill goes down)
Gotta be careful
Gotta be careful
Gotta get help
Demotivator
Self prescribed
Demotivator
Cause everyone knows that it's better than nothing
Demotivator
Just to survive
Demotivator
Cause everyone knows that it's better accompanied with nothing at all
It destroys me
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6. |
Dark Alley
04:12
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Sinking, anchored by your head
Searching, hopeful for the end
Echo, fail to realize
Haven't materialized
Waiting till it comes around
Buried, always underground
Timeless, built to traumatize
Sorry, but don't apologize
Tethered, ratchet down the fear
Weathered, hope to disappear
Alleys, lost the guiding light
Darken circles under eyes
Oh
There’s something in the water
Still unknown
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7. |
Spellbound
04:24
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Spiral out of control
And say
Crawl back home again
Anxious, hyperactive
The weight
Locks my limbs in place
Spellbound by the contact
Alone
Guess I just couldn't be enough
Guess I just couldn't be enough
Guess I just couldn't be enough
Guess I just couldn't be enough
Open up, unpacking
The load
Make shit up, cause I don't know how to put it
And with the next three steps, only two have been planned
Seek correspondence from the notes scrawled on the backs of my hands
Don't want the present, don't care for the past
Scared for the future cause I know this will last
See, before the mind goes, the hair thins and grays
And then a foreign personality is all that remains
So stay indoors and listen to more
Of the bands I've come to like, you know, the ones with all the fucked up chords
It's gotten cold
(Spellbound)
It's gotten so cold
It's gotten cold
(Spellbound)
It's gotten so cold
It's gotten cold
(Spellbound)
It's gotten so cold
(Guess I just couldn't be enough)
It's gotten cold
(Spellbound)
It's gotten so cold
(Guess I just couldn't be enough)
It's gotten cold
(Spellbound)
It's gotten so cold
(Guess I just couldn't be enough)
It's gotten cold
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Lethargy
06:34
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The fire's barely burning
Scream into the void
It's snuffed out when I'm gone
The fire won't last that long
Live the same year over and over again
It's comprised of cruel twists of fate
The expectations only serve to betray
The older I get the more useless I become
Abandoned by fortune, well that's just my luck
I just wanted to be chosen by someone or anyone
Incapable of seeing all the green around my feet
Logic doesn't mean much to me
The fire burned out last week
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The Birdwatchers Columbia, Missouri
Combining pop songwriting with layers of distortion, often melancholic lyrics, and a complete disregard for genre boundaries to provide a uniquely challenging listen, The Birdwatchers are an experimental rock band based out of Columbia and Kansas City, MO ... more
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