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Astronomer
04:00
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Head in the grass. Eyeshot looking past the timberline
Peel off the rind. Begin to feel something real
Sky, it’s so vast. Future and the past are intertwined,
caught in a bind, fraying and unwoven. Hands are frozen
All at once, inhibitions come undone
I can breathe out here. The mountain air fills my lungs
Wait, what is that? It interrupts my path
Chills down my spine. I can't define what it is I see
But I hear it coming…
Like a sea of sound, crashing waves displace the ground
All is swept away. Only echoes still resound
A burst of light cutting through the veil of night
Exposure of the sun. The world I’ve known comes undone
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Webs
02:35
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I hear you getting close, pulled from the comatose
Try to catch me while I’m down. Closed circuit losing ground
You play the part naive, expecting I’ll believe
this cat and mouse routine- A thinly veiled ending
There’s no resistance now and I can’t climb out
It’s all just giving in, again and again
Webs, caught like a common fly cursed by the compound eye
A kaleidoscopic view. Couldn’t find a clear way through
Dead, playing my own part now. Maybe it all works out
A method actor’s dream. Blend to an endless scene
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Waves
03:13
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Stuck in a dead end, a massive ocean on all sides
Life on the fault line, waves breaking headlines join the tides
We just can’t accept what is now expected
The eyes of a tourist reflect the purest point of view
But, when you’ve lived here, the mist will not clear out for you
If and when in doubt, throw the whole thing out
Watching it all crumbling down. Trying to feel,
but still haven’t found anything that can make a difference to me
Just got to get out,
but I have doubts they’ll let us through
Armed and defensive,
so what’s the sense in trying to?
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Grip
07:08
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Wait a minute. You’re moving too fast
Take a breath in, it might be your last
The puzzle won’t fit. You force it in place
Gotta have your way or nothing else
You fucked up the script, rewrote the play,
and burned down the stage
Go ahead, attempt to control
Give, you’ll give and you’ll break
Or eat yourself whole
Let loose on your reigns
They’re tethered to the chains that hold you down,
but prevent you from floating away
Trying not to slip, bound to lose your grip
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Launch
04:18
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Draw a map to a foreign place
Take the pen, run it off the page
Strap me up to a rocket. Oh, the shit’s piled high
What’s the point in living, when all you do is die?
Aim to achieve some sense of relief
Oh, who are you kidding?
You talk in your sleep, and while talking is cheap,
it doesn’t make any sense
Carry me off into the abyss
Set a course, hit or miss
I don’t care either way, I’m not shooting for bliss
There just has to be some way to get out of this
Will you lay out crumbs to find your way home?
Will there be peace in the silence once you are alone?
The words you’re chewing, they taste like the lies
that make up the mountain you claim to despise
How to erase all the things that you hate, when you’re one of them?
Screaming for change, but behaving the same, won’t solve your problems
Take it down, hold on steady
Gravity pulls so heavy
Can’t seem to move, keep on descending
to the bitter end or sweet beginning
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Timelapse
04:56
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Perfect contrast in this time lapse
Saving this time, waving goodbye
Pulled from both sides, hold on good times
And still, thoughts stray:
What I’ve built will wash completely away
We can’t hold on to these memories
Days spent, nights with a friend who won’t remember them
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Pastel Motel Yakima, Washington
Pastel Motel is an alternative band from the Pacific Northwest.
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