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Last Train to Willoughby
03:31
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Forehead resting on a cool, condensed window pane
Beads of water race down into a bucolic daydream
Projecting pleasant thoughts into an azure sky
People come and go as the mile markers flicker on by
We traverse these roads and painted lines
As blind cartographers navigating space and time
Maybe this time we will get it right
We are just passengers, you and I
Capriciously we ramble on down the line
Wrapped in the tendrils of Indra's net
Just climbers on this lattice of coincidence
Kindred, fragile participants
Wading murky waters of existence
Ensconced in reverie on this last train to Willoughby
And we're barreling around the bend
You said don't let numbers in sequence dictate how time is spent
It's the effort you put in the moment
We traverse these roads and painted lines
As blind cartographers navigating space and time
Maybe this time we will get it right
We are just passengers, you and I
Capriciously we ramble on down the line
And as we came to your departing destination
I bade you goodbye
With a tender smile and a revolving turnstile you said,
"Maybe I'll see you again sometime..."
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2. |
Drift Apart
03:08
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Vestiges of shedded skin lie in the wake
Of time's indiscriminate game of give and take
If all growth is born from discomfort
Can those missteps be called mistakes
We all bear the mark of days gone by
But with every scar comes new insight
We drift apart with no ill intent
Living in our hearts
It's all been time well spent
We carry always in our memory
The lessons learned from the people whom we used to be
Moving on isn't synonymous with regret
No pejorative parable of living to forget
Two roads diverge, valediction compelled
A glance of gratitude and a fond farewell
Effusive effigies of days gone by
We emerge from the cinder actualized
We drift apart with no ill intent
Living in our hearts
It's all been time well spent
We carry always in our memory
The lessons learned from the people whom we used to be
We drift apart with no ill intent
Living in our hearts
It's all been time well spent
We carry always in our memory
The lessons learned from the people whom we used to be
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3. |
Crutch
02:56
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Blossomed cheeks and baggy eyes
Saturated forget-me-nots
From my self-inflicted lies
Now I've become what I despise
I lift this chalice to my lips
Seeking absolution and an empty bliss
But this sunset elixir's making me forget
What it is I miss
But it's just...it's just a little crutch
Just an insidious whisper
that I pay heed too much
Aluminum regrets congregate the ground
Vessels of my sins to which my mind is bound
Awash in a nihilistic sea
But there can't be hope
in a Caulfield remedy
I lift this chalice to my lips
Seeking absolution and an empty bliss
But this sunset elixir's making me forget
What it is I miss
But it's just...it's just a little crutch
Just a devil on my shoulder
With my conscience fucking out to lunch
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4. |
Going Invisible 2
01:39
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Ask John Darnielle.
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We Scholars Dayton, Ohio
Two dudes writing songs.
Both of them like philosophy and punk rock and literature
and the Reds and being accidentally pretentious by pretending to be pretentious. Brandon also has a fervent distaste for gilded-age mustache core. See Pitchfork for an example.
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Shane's a hell of a dude and a mighty-fine song writer. I once watched him piss himself outside of a Steak n Shake.
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