You’re Gonna Go Far

Typed a truth that bit my hand
Logic slipped through contraband
The graph looked smug, the proof got lost
I called it genius-at what cost?

I tried to fix it
the problem fixed me first
There's rhythm in recursion
and guilt in every verse

I feel silly, oh, so silly
twisting reason till it's frilly
Every thought insists it's wise
but wears a clown nose in disguise

I chased an answer down a hall of drafts
doors of maybe, doors of laughs
Truth peeked through a keyhole grin
"you again?" she said, and let me in

I feel...
not wrong
just misplaced
The melody rewrote my face

I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty
Every paradox I own
sends postcards to my comfort zone

If wisdom comes, let it knock twice
I'm out rehearsing bad advice
I feel silly
and honestly
it feels just right

I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty...
I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty...

Silly-Frilly

Didn’t Plan On You

My Place

This song comes from a very dark place. moments when it felt like the weight of everything might crush me. But even in those moments, I learned something important: no matter how deep the darkness, you can still hold on. You can still fight. You can still believe in yourself.

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Lyrics:

The air is thick tonight
I breath and nothing stays inside

I keep on hating my memories
For every day, and every life
I keep on hating these memories
all day all night, I don't really know

And now i'm sinkin 
under the wave but,
oh I've lost  
can't feel the ground 
just the static in the dark
If you hear me 
don't pull me from beneath 
just let me stay in an area where they never see

I keep on hating my memories
For every day, and every life
I keep on hating these memories
all day all night, I don't really know
I keep on hating my memories
For every day, and every life

UNDER

FENTY fold

Groove Patrol

Cigarette Break

No turning back when you're the Hunted, no sweet escape when you're the Hunted, Take your cuts and scrapes down to the bone

The Hunted

Phaedo

fairly gentle alt-jazzy-bluesy rock instrumental

rockon2016

rumble

“Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away."

—The Iliad, Book VI, lns. 171-75

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