1. |
Perfect Patterns
05:24
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With all it's inconsistencies, this plot is rather ill-conceived
It's hard to believe that anything happened at all
And yet, despite all evidence, it can't be just coincidence
that you and I should collide on this little blue ball
As you're slicing off your fingers
I feel it in my toes
The smell it often lingers,
before it breaks your nose
Ah oooh
I knew
that it was you
When we flew
to New Orleans in June
How could it be true?
Those sudden bouts of apathy were not what they appeared to be
I always knew that no one would ever compare
With so much work to tear it down, you'd think I might have learned by now
that everything sooner or later returns to the air
Ah oooh
I knew
that it was you
When we flew
to New Orleans in June
How could it be true?
As you're slicing off your fingers
I feel it in my toes
The smell, it often lingers
before it breaks your nose
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2. |
Brigadiers
03:35
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Looks like there's someone standing in between
me and the person I'm supposed to be
It's not somebody that I'd like to meet
I've come to think he looks a lot like me
And oh,
They say living is terminal
and we've got the disease
But, oh
You can't take it so personal
when you live in a dream
They come with rusty bayonets in hand,
a fine procession for a lowly man
They come to teach me how to understand
before they bury me beneath the sand
But, oh
They say living is terminal
and we've got the disease
But, oh
You can't take it so personal
when you live in a dream
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3. |
Tell Me When
02:31
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Well I can try, but it won't take
no matter how we try and break
It off
(But) Before you go, can I explain
about the voices in my brain?
So rough
So fuck what you heard from your fair-weather friends,
It's you and it's me, no need to pretend, oh no
It's always right around the bend
You just tell me when
When first we met, I was a child
before you aged me with a smile
So thin
Now every day that we're apart,
I stay inside and keep my heart
Sewed in
So fuck what you heard from your fair-weather friends,
It's you and it's me, why try to pretend, oh no
I'm always right around the bend,
So just tell me when
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4. |
Monomaniac
01:17
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In the bathroom,
at the drive-thru
In museums built with wax
You could call me a monomaniac
In apartments,
on the carpets
In that momentary lapse
You could call me a monomaniac
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5. |
Idle Hands
03:26
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Well, you can drive 45
but I'm alive,
yeah I'm alive
Believe it I can't take my foot off the gas
It's suicide to be alive,
to realize the real lies
That evil eye can't see from under your mask
Like watering holes for the parched
Like particle waves through the dark
We're wandering aimlessly two by two and part by part
It really don't matter to me
I've never been high on reprieve
I'll patiently wait for my eulogy
to forget about you
Preoccupied, I'm satisfied
to pass the time with idle eyes,
and idolize monsters and demons and kings
But legalize tyrannicide
by suicide or cyanide
That eagle eye won't see you clipping it's wings
It's do-or-die, for you and I
We could have tried
We should have tried
It's true that I, too can't let go of the past
It's suicide, to be alive
You could have died
You should have died
Believe it, I'll leave once I'm done with the task
Like watering holes for the parched
Like particle waves through the dark
We're wandering aimlessly two by two and heart by heart
(said) It really don't matter to me
as my hands start to blister and bleed
I'll patiently wait for my eulogy to get over you
And all that I called her to say
was that she and I might find a way
of escaping that gaping, colossal, impossible fate
You hold your breath,
You see your body disappear into the fade
You forget how it's made
Don't forget how you're made
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6. |
Almost Requited
01:45
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(Instrumental)
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7. |
The Patient Zero
03:15
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I woke up in the hospital and found it near-impossible to see
But before I could remember why, the falling sky had knocked me back to sleep
When finally I woke again, all memory of our end had disappeared
but to my surprise, my sallow eyes had promptly started filling up with tears
[Chorus]
And if I can't know you, hope somebody shows you the life you deserve
but if you ever need me, I'll always return
And if I can't have you, I really don't have to to know what I've known
For as long as I live, you can always come home
These days may pass in passing fancy ways but I'll just stay up in my room
'Cause if I have to live without her then this pillow fort might have to be my tomb
Don't get me wrong, she's not to blame, for all along the source of pain was clear,
In that I finally found my soulmate just to donate all her love and live in fear
If timing will allow this time around, I'll settle down with you for good
And all the things I'll ever do, I'd trade them all to be with you, you know I would
[Chorus x2]
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I remember a time when it wasn't so grey
The visible spectrum of light only shined black and white for a day
And for once in my life, I thought I'd escape
from the irreconcilable choices and voices that beg me break
Don't look back now, save yourself
It's not worth your time to chase the divine if it costs you your health
It's not fair and it's not right
It's so black and white,
whenever we'd fight
but we did it so well
Falling out of my mind, a familiar place
In between what I thought I might find
and the man with the lines in his face
It's there that I stood,
and it's where I'll remain
tucked away from the oh, so monotonous, bitter metropolis fate
Don't look back now, save yourself
It's not worth your time to chase the divine if it costs you your health
It's not fair and it's not right
It's so black and white,
whenever we'd fight
but we did it so well
[Bridge]
Don't look back now, save yourself
It's not worth your time to chase the divine if it costs you your health
It's not fair and it's not right
It's so black and white,
whenever we'd fight
but we did it so well
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9. |
Cotton Candy
03:58
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Now it's comin' up in waves, hope I can save me from myself
I'm a silhouette in vain, imperfect brain, in perfect health
(and) when I start to decompose, suppose you shoot me at the sun
so when the universe implodes I'll know I'm not the only one
Oh no,
I'm not the only one
Well, I wish someone could tell me just what I'm supposed to be
'Cause every day that I get older, feelin' closer to defeat
(and) I fear I might be viral as I spiral towards the ground
I don't mean to seem complacent but this place is comin' down
Woah oh,
Comin' down
Do you really wanna know what's gonna happen when you die?
If it's really all for show, then why the cotton candy sky?
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Buried deep in your body there's a gaudy kind of light,
It's alright
Don't turn out the light
When I look up at the sky, sometimes I cry a happy tear
I remember that it never really mattered that I'm here
(and) I know that that's a funny way for me to say I care,
but if only one thing matters, yeah it matters that you're there
Woah oh,
That you're there
Do you really wanna know what's gonna happen when you die?
If it's really all for show, what's with the cotton candy sky?
Oh, why am I alive?
Buried deep in your body there's a gaudy kind of light,
It's alright
Don't give up the light
Buried deep in your body there's a gaudy little light
It's alright
Don't turn out the light
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Bobby Mathis Ithaca, New York
Bobby Mathis is a multi-instrumentalist, composer, singer and songwriter from Ithaca, NY. In the Spring of 2014, he began to write, record and release singles on a monthly basis. He recently finished recording his 6th LP.
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