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A lament about the western world.
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I set out one morning to follow my breath
The sun was still rising inside of my chest
My bike tires low on air, my head feeling light
I am ridin’, I am flyin’, I am feeling just fine
But when I had arrived at the end of the road
And I had to decide where next I would go
I fell to the ground and said “God where am I at?”
I am nowhere, I am no one, I aint ever goin’ back
You see there’s plenty of pills in my medicine box
And I could have my pick from the entire lot
But I refuse to lean on a crutch or a cane
I am walking, I am running, I won’t ever be the same
Hopefully
I turn on my TV and I shed a tear
You simply can’t believe all the things that you hear
When everyone is trapped in their American mind
All your knowledge is just rubbish if you haven’t got a spine
And all the smiles on the faces of the people I see
I cannot decipher if they’re smiling at me
Or if they are just hiding all their judgment and shame
I am laughing, I am crying, Because I’m just as much to blame
Tell me can’t you hear all the traffic in the street
All the people on their way to buy whatever they please
Just throw money at the problem and pray that it sticks
It may be easy, may look shiny, but that doesn’t mean that it’s fixed
Not at all
The past is a soldier who falls to his knees
The past is the changing color in the leaves
the past is a promise that never was fulfilled
Maybe forgiven or forgotten, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t real
The present is a schoolgirl whispering lies
The present is a mansion collapsed by the tide
The present is a memory just waiting to be had
But you must move you must look forward
We won’t ever get it back
The future is just pages waiting to be a book
The future is a camera full of pictures to be took
The future is a chariot, white horses and fire
We are waiting, we are wanting, we are full of desire
We are waiting, we are wanting, we are full of desire
We are waiting, we are wanting, we are full of desire
Some of us
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Demos,
released May 8, 2010
Recorded by Avery Black of Blanket Fort Studios
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