1. |
Catch and Release
04:33
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You can take it from me
You don't wanna be free
Catch a glimpse of the breeze
And you'll never un-see it
You don't know what you're in for
So you're better off indoors
No horizon to run towards
No surprise when you're done for
Vicious cycle of catch and release
Homicide in the second degree
It's some kind of a wretched disease
Kiss the bible and get on your knees
It's homogenization,
It's commodification
It's the manifestation
of a manifest nation
Don't build me up
Don't tear me down
Don't hesitate to leave me to drown
Don't idolize me
Don't despise me
Don't be surprised if I end up letting you down
(Letting you down)
It's never too late
to surrender your fate
Leave your soul at the gate
and give in to the sickness
You don't know what you're here for
Staring back at the mirror
Not worth shedding a tear for
Such a fickle exterior
Vicious cycle of catch and release
Homicide in the second degree
It's some kind of a wretched disease
Kiss the bible and get on your knees
It's homogenization
It's commodification
Now you're losing your patience
Now you need a vacation
Don't build me up
Don't tear me down
Don't hesitate to leave me to drown
Don't idolize me
Don't despise me
Don't act surprised when I end up letting you down
(Letting you down)
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2. |
The Hill
04:45
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Fell asleep seventeen, woke up 71
Your bones are brittle, your back is bent
but you know there's so much work to be done
Before they turn out the sun
One step at a time and you forget how to run,
and shuffling through this waking life will break you like a war
(Now) Are you losing your mind, or just having some fun?
Or are they one and the same; sun and rain, love and pain
You woke up 71
Now you're over the hill
Over the hill, over the hill
Woke up twenty-and-seven, now you're 72
You're broke and bitter, you rue the days you wasted in your youth
You're getting long in the tooth
Do you still think of me, like I think about you?
What's the point in your memories if they only make you blue?
(Now) Are you losing your mind, or just got nothing to do?
Or are they one and the same; sun and rain, love and pain
Now you're 72
Now you're over the hill
Over the hill, over the hill
It's not the worst of it, you know
Even though you tried your best and it barely even showed
But you're not the first to feel alone,
and I know how it feels to face the daylight on your own
Now you're over the hill,
Over the hill, over the hill (x2)
It's not the worst of it, you know
Even though you tried your best and it barely even showed
But you're not the first to feel alone,
and I know how it feels to fight the daylight on your own
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3. |
End of Daze
04:33
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Maybe this is how it ends,
not with tyranny and war, but a pathogen
You can almost taste the fear
You and I should really try and disappear
But if you're headed towards the light,
don't forget to keep your nose and your mouth shut tight
Hope you don't forget to write,
but where you're going, you'll need every megabyte
As the smoke begins to clear,
From the ashes they appear
For posterity, in vain
Will they stop and shed a tear
For the fallen engineers and their pesky little brains?
Maybe this is how it ends
Not from enemies you've made, but from your friends
Can't outrun what can't be seen
It's a microscopic, 'pocalyptic fiend
So, if you're headed towards the light
don't forget to keep your eyes and your mouth shut tight
Hope you don't give up the fight,
'cause where you're going, you'll need every little bite
As the smoke begins to clear,
From the ashes they appear
For posterity, in vain
Will they stop and shed a tear
For the fallen engineers of the rapture on parade?
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4. |
Fool's Gold
03:38
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Bonfire of the vanities,
Last call for humanity
Wandering's the only thing that ever made much sense to me, but, oh!
will we ever get back home,
on the wings that they call bones?
Out there on our own,
with the wings that they call bones,
the wings that they call bones
(but) How am I supposed to sell my soul?
when Mephistopheles, he knows
that it was never really gold,
No, it wasn't even gold
and I can try and make things right,
but the shadow takes it's toll
Lost sight of the enemy,
Holding out for the remedy,
The devil on the hill, he's filled with everything but empathy for you,
and all his promises, untrue
Yeah, he plays you like a fool
You let the devil rule, and he played you like a fool,
he played you like...
'Open your mouth,
and close your eyes,
I'll give you somethin'
to make you die
Hold out your hands,
and I'll cut them off
Don't look to me
when you start to cough'
(but) How am I supposed to sell my soul?
when Mephistopheles, he knows
that it was never really gold,
No, it wasn't even gold
And I can try to make it right,
but the shadow takes it's toll
Am I supposed to sell my soul?
when Beelzebub, he knows
that it was never really gold,
No, it wasn't even gold
And when I try to make it right,
well, the shadow takes control
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5. |
interval I
00:47
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6. |
interval II
00:56
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7. |
White Lighter
04:59
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Outside the bar where we met,
chokin' back tears and cigarettes,
She foretold it, said "I'll never grow old,"
it came true
Got the self-destruction blues,
from a self-inflicted wound
No one could save her from the glazier that made her like this
Now it's all in the wrist,
drive the knife in and twist
I could have told you how this ends
Nice to know you
Tried to show you how you could make out the light
from the darkness of your darkest night
Tried to make it alright
but your lighter was white
Yeah, your lighter was white
Now your lighter don't light
I tried to tell her I'd been there
One foot in hell, one in despair
It's contagious, though it seems so outrageously dumb
Gotta crawl before you run,
but your knees are gettin' numb
Self-flagellation never seemed quite as impatient as this
Now it's all in the wrist,
drive the knife in and twist
I could have told you how this would end
Nice to know you,
time to show you out
You couldn't make out the light
from the darkness of your darkest night
Tried to make it alright,
but your lighter was white
Yeah, your lighter was white
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8. |
Small Mercy
05:52
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When the echoes start to rhyme,
will the quiet take a verse?
It's a bitter tasting wine,
not a blessing or a curse
In the corners of your mind
lie the flickering remains
from a long forgotten time
that you'll never know again
If you don't remember,
it was a cold December
The hour is nigh for you and I to take our bow
The audience was losing interest anyhow
But even so, I'll have you know that hope remains
For time will ease the pain
Yes, time will ease your pain
As the quiet takes your mind,
don't go rippin' out your hair
As the travesty unwinds,
keep the virus in the air
While you're waiting for a sign,
keep your chin above the Earth
For at the end of 'Auld Lang Syne' lies a fiery rebirth
Do you still remember?
It was a cold December
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9. |
Tunnels
01:26
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10. |
Let Me Go
03:44
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Wouldn't you know it, you're lonely
Whatever you were, now it's all fallin' back to the dirt
Won't you tell me where it hurts?
You said you wished you'd never known me,
And I understand
But this was never a part of the plan
Let me help you wash your hands
Wish I could be your one and only
It's what you deserve
But since do we get what we've earned?
Far more likely to get burned
I wish you'd never tried to own me
This hole in my heart can't be filled, only spills when you start
What's a fire without a spark?
Couldn't you tell that I was in pain?
Not all in my head,
As I tossed and I turned in our bed,
Said "I wish that I was dead."
But you're no Courtney, I'm no Cobain,
No corpse to exhume,
Just a sad little man on the moon
Like a dog, he licks his wounds
Promise to love you, now and always
Despite what you know
Yeah, the virus was takin' a toll
Long before I lost control
Flood, inflammation; to the blood-brain!
I came and I went,
Choked on words that I never had meant
Now it's much too late to repent
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11. |
More Tunnels
01:44
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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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