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TRAVEL THRØUGH MY CITY

AS I BØARD THE TRAIN TØ A NEW LIFE, I FEEL NØTHING BUT PEACE. A NEW SØUNDTRACK BEGINS TØ PLAY AND I LEAVE THE STATIØN FØR A WAITING ØCEAN FULL ØF PØSSIBILITIES...

CITYSPHERE

FLØAT ABØVE

NEVER BEEN

STAR SCREEN

VEER

SUBDUED FRØM

TRAVEL THRØUGH MY CITY

I WAKE EVERYDAY WITH THE SAME LINE ØN MY MIND
ITS LIKE I DØNT HAVE TIME
TØ THINK ØF SØMETHING TØ FIND 
I JUST WANDER ARØUND
TRYING TØ KEEP THE THØUGHT ØF 
YØU... NØ... US FRØM MY MIND
I'VE BECØME A CLØSED BØØK. A SAD ENDING. 
WHERE EVERYØNE DIES
THE ØNLY DIFFERENCE IS NØBØDY CRIES
YØU SEE THE LIES BUILD UP
I'M FILLED UP 
WITH SØRROW AND PAIN 
AM I CHRISTIAN? ØR 
AM I JUST HØPING FØR FAME?
I WRITE MY STØRY ØN A NAPKIN 
SØ NØ ØNE WILL EVER READ MY NAME
I WRAP IT UP AND IT DISAPPEARS INTØ THE GAME
ØF LIFE, ØF STRIFE
ØF NEVER-ENDING FATE-IMPENDING 
SELF-INTENDING FEARFUL-BLENDING
SØULFUL-LENDING AM I TENDING...
TØ THIS HEART, BØDY, MIND, AND SØUL
SØMETIMES I THINK I'M MADE ØF CØAL
SITTIN IN THE BREAKDØWN LANE
ØF RAILRØAD TRACKS, HIT THE MAX
NØT THE FACTS CUZ WØRDS LIKE THESE 
ARE WØRSE THAN TAX
CAN I MENTIØN THE FEAR... NØ I CANT
WHAT ABØUT MY DEAR... NØ I CANT
I HAVE TØ FALL INSIDE MYSELF
MY DREAM... MYSELF IS NØT THE QUEEN
TØ ME ØNLY AM I MEAN
I CANNØT READ THE FEELING THAT FILLS THE CRACKS
I WØNT RELAX. RUNS DØWN ØUR BACKS.
GØ BACK TØ FAX AND EASY LIVING.
NØTHING MØRE THAN EVER GIVING

INSTANT GRATIFICATIØN 
LØST IN THE ENDLESS PILES ØF JUNK MAIL
HEY LØØK THIS ØNES FØR ME
IT TELLS ME TØ JUST GIVE UP AND FAIL
BUT NØ 
NØT ME. 
NØT NØW.
I CANNØT DERAIL.

DERAIL

TRAVEL THRØUGH MY CITY

LØVE IS ØVERRATED 
DØNT YØU THINK WE'VE ØVERPLAYED IT
I JUST NEED SØMETHIN TØ ERASE IT 
WE TREAT IT LIKE ITS BASIC 
BUT ALL WE DØ IS WASTE IT 
HØW DØ WE BREATHE 
HØW DØ WE EXIST 
IN A WØRLD THATS FAKE 
IGNØRANCE IS BLISS?
THIS YØU KNØW HAS TØ BE A LIE 
CUZ YØU HAVE TØ GET BY
YES YØU'VE GØTTA GIVE IT TIME 
KEEP IT HIDDEN KEEP IT DØWN 
THEY ALL SAID YØU'D CØME ARØUND
BUT NØW YØU'RE ØN THE GRØUND 
LØØKIN FØR SØMETHING THAT CANT BE FØUND 
TAKE A MØMENT TØ REALIZE
THAT YØU STILL HAVE A VØICE ØVER TØØ MANY LIES
SITTIN HERE I CAN SURMISE THAT YØUR BRAIN IS STILL THERE
YEA YØU'VE STILL GØT A MIND
THAT CAN TELL YØU FØR SURE 
THAT LØVE IS NØT KIND (X2)

I'VE TØLD YØU BEFØRE BUT MY WØRDS WERE VAPØR
I'VE HELD YØU BEFØRE BUT MY MIND WAS ELSEWHERE
I DØNT KNØW HØW TØ SAY IT 
I HAVE NØ REASØN TØ PLAY IT 
THIS AINT A GAME YØU CAN SAY IT
BE THE PURPØSE I HAVE LØST 
AFTER I HAVE PAYED THE CØST
AND THE LØVE YØU HAVE TØSSED
KEEP IT SIMPLE LIKE NØBØDY ELSE IS TRYIN TØ DØ
HELP ME ØUT CUZ I'M DRØWNIN
FRØM THE WEIGHT ØF THIS TØØ
I'M ALWAYS TUNED INTØ MY CØNSCIENCE
PLEASE TELL ME YØU'RE BEIN HØNEST
NØT JUST ØN THE SURFACE  KEEP IT CØNSTANT
I CØULD PLAY IT JUST TELL DØNT TELL ME YØU DØN LØST IT
I NEVER BEEN THE TYPE TØ LEAVE 
JUST TØ SHØW THAT I CAN BE THE MAN 
WHØ GØT UP AND RAN JUST FØR KEEPIN TØ THE PLAN
I'M THE MAN WHØ WAITS AT EVERY SINGLE GATE 
PLEASE DØNT TELL ME THIS MY FATE
CUZ I SEEN EVERY SINGLE DAY IN A DIFFERENT TYPE ØF WAY
I AINT TALKIN BØUT MY LIFE 
NØT YØUR EVERY LITTLE STRIFE 
BEIN REAL IS WHERE THE GAME IS 
I'M NØT ASKIN WHERE THE FAME IS
ØR ASKIN WHERE WHØ TØ BLAME IS 
I JUST SAY IT HØW IT IS...
LØVE IS NØT FØR THE WEAK-MINDED

SØNG ≠ LØVE

TRAVEL THRØUGH MY CITY...

I GO TO WØRK EVERYDAY IN THE CITY ØF MUSICAL FREEDØM AND ØN MY DRIVE HØME I REALIZE THAT  THE MAINSTREAM MUSIC INDUSTRY NEVER PRØDUCES ANYTHING WØRTH MY EARS. 
AND SØ I PLAY THE SØUNDTRACK TØ MY MINDSCAPE...

TØWNLINE

DRAIN ME

Indigo Flame is the chosen title for singer-songwriter Philip Bythrow. Indigo resides in the small town of Seneca, about an hour South-West of Chicago. Indigo spends his time recording improvisational piano pieces, reading, writing, and planning his next move. Indigo creates music that is a raw expression of himself and his emotions at the time of creation. A typical Indigo Flame track is unpolished so listen with grace; (he needs to invest in better equipment) His music spans many genres but settles in the ambient, atmospheric, and chaotic corner of alternative. Indigo's creations are best enjoyed during/after a mental breakdown, amidst a spiritual awakening, in the silence of a drive home from work, or in the wee hours of the morning.

mgmt: beatrottpofficial@gmail.com