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Recurring Dream
05:12
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i drempt of you last night again, and now you won't escape my thoughts. 8 years is such a long time, and at 16 years old how much do you really know? yet i knew you. your face it hadn't changed much - those eyes they still seen through me in a way i can't explain. and you were troubled all those years ago. i wish i knew back then. i could've helped you. but i was caught up too, in my own routines. fighting all that rage away with the drink and weed. oh weren't we so naive? how things have changed... can you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders? i can feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. i can feel the weight of getting older - as i drift away...
how many times can i keep having the same dream? how many times over will i keep seeing these same scenes? trapped in the past is not where i want to be. the last thing you told me was that the future belonged to me. and i don't doubt it. it's just hard to see; beyond all the brick walls dividing this society. because when i wake up, it's not your eyes i see - it's all these brick walls built up surrounding me. you said "the city's a machine - it'll do whatever you tell it to, your future is unwritten, stop letting it stamp over you. you need to wake up! you need to wake up!
...and take it back."
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Journey East
05:05
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i can see the remnants of the past through the glass, as we pass by these old towns. scrapyards and factories, decaying buildings, old boats and old men; all clinging to something. living in the present but stranded in the past - time moves too fast for us. scars left from dusty old days, now they're dying a death. how did the future happen so fast? conversations murmur set to the rhythm of the tracks. they're repairing the bridge again, they're always repairing the bridge. tiny beaches that look like old postcards appear and then are gone. they appear and then are gone. and as the rain comes down, reality returns to me. i'm nearly home again.
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never seen the future coming that day before you went to work. put your shirt and tie on and thought about how there's nothing worse than working mornings, than the 9-to-5, and the rat race that you're forced to live just in order to survive. got to do what you've got to do to get by. it was due to be a busy day, but it'd be hellish either way. "just look forward," you'd say, "to the moment we escape"... and isn't that the tragedy? that at the core of all this brutality we're still hoping for something better, we're all longing for something better... you never got the chance though. time caught up with you - as the same maze that trapped you in pinned you down and stamped on you. there was no choice given this time to survive. one minute you were there, the next you were gone; as the wave appeared, crashed over you. the panic and pain was followed by calm; this was the modern murder of a modern man.
your sister got a phonecall from a woman at the hospital, but she quickly put the phone down, as if ignoring it would reverse it somehow. but when she turned the television on, she seen your face and heard your name and it set in that it was true - at 34 years old they'd taken you. it was only yesterday you were dreaming about all the things you wanted to do. just another tragic death in such a callous world. and every newspaper editor whispered your name; but they were only interested in selling a story. some were outraged, some even cried. but where were all of these people the day that you died? one minute you were there, the next you were gone. and when the drama subsided you were forgotten; just another tragedy that happened yesterday, not even a blip on the radar of history. and everybody was outraged. and everybody cried. but where was everybody the day that you died?
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Smashed Up
05:04
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trying desperately to recall what this is meant to mean. trying to cling to an angle, that paints this positively. but i cant, the meaning's gone. sucked from the parody of these sloganeering songs. and it breaks my heart to observe the mess that you are, the mess that this is. clenched fists and empty bottles, dresscodes and hollowness. destructiveness lacking good intentions; just an angry smile backed up with nihilism.
the helecopter spins in against the setting sun, blowing wind upon the disaster scene that this has become... and if this is a vessel of hope then i'm jumping overboard, 'cause if this is your way forward, then i must be looking back. this is not positive. this is not constructive. this is disaster. this is disaster.
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To Rust
04:14
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i can't describe the silence, or the way i felt after that door closed. the sound it made i heard it echo, as i watched you leave through the window. you had that bag you'd packed with a week's worth of clothes, by the time you left you had already let go. you'd made a decision, to become another person. there was no returning. you were always so stubborn. and it feels like a dream, another lifetime ago. i can't believe you're now just someone that i once knew. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. you blanked me out, you left me behind. panic struck me like a knife. i couldn't see the future for fear that i'd gone blind. hopeless, jaded, anchored down, by pictures that lay fading, like ash upon the ground. i had to find a way out, had to abandon that city, had to abandon that house. the past will catch you cut you up. memories once golden will turn poisonous to rust.
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Tempus Edax Rerum
02:00
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"nothing lasts forever" cheney sings in that song, and i was always such a skeptic. At least i just didn't want to believe that all good things must come to an end, that happiness must come to an end, that love must turn to hate, even in a world void of fate. and i can't see the truth through these eyes. I can only see the mistakes that i made, all the moments i regret. and i can't believe that i took you for granted... it all happened so fast. it was over in a flash - and before i could look back, it was too late. it was too late. but when i sleep tonight i'll dream. and in the dream, i'll fix all the mistakes. i'll fix all the mistakes.
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