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Miracle
02:45
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I want a miracle, straight from the stars like it's falling from heaven. Making our hearts explode, bursting with sparkled, colored confetti. When I was 5 years old I was told something I can't remember, but it stuck in the back of my head, fills me with fear and it takes over every now and again.
Take it in, let it out. Let your throat ache from the vibrations. Let you be allowed to doubt it. Let the walls shake cause you scream and you shout it!
I want a miracle. Fresh air and sparkling water. Truths that were meant to be told, and words that support the narrative every now and again.
We look to the skies, but we'll never find someone to save us.
We look to the rules, but we'll never find someone to lead us.
We look to the schools, but we'll never find someone to teach us.
We're on our own, I hope that we find...
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The Difference
03:19
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Things Undone
03:18
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Woke up tired, like I often do. Another restless night from countless burdens. All things put aside throughout my day, come crashing through the front with full authority. Making sure I can't ignore thee.
Wishing I could fall asleep, but I can't until the day has come. Greeted by that subtle sun, and my mind is trained on all these things undone.
The laptop light is a lonely site. It's all I can do to push back these thoughts of mine. Feeling consumed by what I did, or did not do. Doubt is the ground that I have burrowed myself into. Making sure that I can never move.
Wishing I could fall asleep, but I can't until the day has come. Greeted by that subtle sun, and my mind is trained on all these things undone.
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Collar City Bridge
02:10
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It was more than a feeling, it was corporeal, yet intangible, it was pure. We would jump around and soak up every sound that would scream from the amplifiers. It was my awakening, my own ascension upon this world. 5 deep, packed in Brian's car, taking 7 over the Collar City Bridge. Singing every word to "How to Clean Everything", thinking "this might be the only way to live".
Back in my bedroom, I put a record on, and I'm sitting on the floor. Knee deep in the liner notes. Word for word, my world turns.
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Blurry Photos
03:44
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The Phone Call
03:47
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Some phone calls you know are bad, just by the tone in the "hello", but you chit chat like normal until theirs space for them to let you know.
Another loved one is gone. A strike against the family. And I don't think it's real until their body's in front of me.
So you say all the right words. Then you get off the phone. But it all comes flooding in once you are on your own.
We all believe that our mortality is our worst enemy. While in our grief, we choose theology to ease our agony.
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Idle Era Bloomington, Indiana
Eric Ayotte - Guitar/Vox
Toby Foster - Bass/Vox
Hadley Gephart - Guitar
Matt Romy - Drums
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