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Aitken Basin
03:12
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I’ve had time to lick my wounds. I’ll be back to my old self soon
For all things deemed “not so bad”, At the time seem so huge
Everyone saying “It’ll all be alright”, When instincts are screaming “run”
Now I know you were a caveat, And I’m like the surface of the moon
When and astroid crashes all it’s might, into your surface over time
Your functions are priceless, you beauty is divine
But still it’s the craters that come to mind
Looking up at the night sky
Aitken Basin, you can ignore the impact, but the damage is done
It’s outer rim was visible from earth as a string of mountains
But Clementine reveals, in greater detail, what can happen
When and astroid crashes all it’s might, into your surface over time
Your functions are priceless, you beauty is divine
But still it’s the craters that come to mind
Looking up at the night sky
With flawed human eyes
These things take time
And I’ve had time to lick my wounds. I’ll be back to my old self soon
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Divine Tarmac
01:55
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Not long ago, we were in the same spots thinking all the same thoughts
Like, “I want to know, more then I have ever learned in the physical”
The questions grow from little seedlings packed tight in the dirt
I’ve come too close not to give in, not to let it take hold
It’s like we are in the airport, and you kept us waiting, signs read “sign please”
While I’m parked in the cell-phone lot, just in case I get your call
But I won’t hold my breath
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Orange & Yellow
02:49
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Every time I was facing another longer line
I was blinded by the feeling it was worth something
Pacing home all alone. You were outside my range every time that I called
Hoping to find a song that will infect my memories, changing their tone
They will glow. Now they will glow. They will glow orange and yellow
I was fine, like most of us for our whole lives
But we find many ways to feel we are not alright
Always letting it in, the sadness, like a sword it cuts through your skin
Leaving scars in it’s wake, the memories fade, but subconsciously take
They will glow. Now they will glow. They will glow orange and yellow
After taking my time to reevaluate, I found my way of coping
Shut down, that’s no way to heal yourself. Have some empathy for others
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Usonian Homes
03:02
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I can just hear what I’ll say, when I’m talking to my kids,
and they’re asking what it is I did about this war that doesn’t seem to end
“I settled into my skin, and I watched a lot of television.
Making sure time and time again, My conscience was clean when I went to bed”
And I woke in the morning, to a world tailored to my needs
And the promise of better days, if I worked hard and had discipline
But you ain't saying the same thing, to the "lowly downtrodden”
Making sure time and time again, they’re kept in line throughout your history
The place you were born shouldn't matter that much at all
Usonian homes, Usonian promises, Usonian bombs that fill Usonian dreams
And it is me, and it’s all of us. We take the pride, so we must take the blame
I know we can be kind. I’ve seen it in most friends of mine
But we’ve proven time and time, time is on our side
The place you were born shouldn't matter that much at all
Usonian homes, Usonian policy, Usonian men filled with Usonian greed
And it is you, and it’s all of us. We take the pride, so we must take the blame
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Bereavement
03:33
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The site of your loved ones in a casket doesn’t feel right
What else can you do for the pain inside?
Gathered together for mutual aid
Telling stories about better days,
Hoping to find a way to feel like you are not alone
To feel like there is something more
There’s got to be more
I went home in October
I was back there in the Spring
Got a break for the Winter
But then hit hard again
They say “Death, well it happens for a reason”
Try telling that to several small grandchildren
Seeing their parents broke into pieces
Leaving them with several unanswered questions
To feel like they are not alone
To feel like there is something more
There’s got to be more
It never stops, the pain, it never stops
It just creeps into the corners of your mind, and then it sits there
Until it bubbles to the top
Triggered by a string of words, or a photograph, or a restaurant,
someone else’s scent, or a random thought
Reminding you of all you may have feared
We may be more fragile then we appear
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Well, Good For You
03:00
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Maybe “psycho” isn’t quite the right word
Maybe I’ll go out the way I came
Because the masses are building up,
and they’re hungering for your love,
but you just don’t got the right stuff
needed to pump your blood
When enough is not enough, and you’ve already filled your cup,
but you’re asking for refills
And your songs will be song, through serpent tongues
And you’ll feel like you’ve done good,
well, good for you
Maybe I’ve known this the whole time
Maybe you’ve grown more ill in your mind
But the masses are building up
and their hungering for my blood
but I just don’t have the right stuff to wet their tongues
When enough is not enough, and you’ve already filled your cup,
but you’re asking for refills
And your songs will be song, through miss-placed love
And you’ll feel like you’ve done good,
well, good for you
Now you’re wasting everyone’s time, spreading all those lies,
you’re passing off as pride
Well, good for you
Now you have all this space, that was never your’s to take,
but you jumped the line
Because it was good for you
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Mere Mortals
04:54
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I remember the first time I got the wind knocked out of me. I thought I was dying. Lonely and afraid. That old branch couldn’t take my weight. Swinging. Snapped. I fell onto my back. I was alone, and I saw my short life flash before my eyes.
Oh, the things of concern, when oxygen is all that you crave. Please don't let this be the last time that I breath.
Breath in, exhale out. It’s fundamental. Pump blood. There’s no doubt, we share the same structure.
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Toby Foster - Bass/Vox
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