Name: Scan Lines by Sail Patches
Duration: 3 min 9 s
Description: A song about wallowing in nostalgia. More information on sail-patches.de/music/scan_lines.html

I realized I didn't do a proper mix the first time using individual stems for the electronic components so I did it the right way this time. Also tweaked all the guitars as well.

Tweaked the mix even further. Last time for now.

Return (Updated Mix 2.0)

casper - lyrics, vox
eeyore - guitar
mokka - production

The Ballad of the Black Guitar

Got a pen
The one you write with in your hand
The world stands still where we sit
By the counter in the kitchen

And it's quiet, and I'm happy
And you're focused on what you're writing
And I don't want to ruin a good thing

Oh don't touch my arm when I want you to
Don't look at me at all

Telling old horror stories in the dark
The ones that scare you before I start
Put the flame out that I made
Light a new one with your name

In the basement where it stays
Where I stay up way too late
You're like the daylight in the shade
Through the curtains on my face

Oh don't touch my arm when I want you so
Don't look at me at all
Tomorrow I'll be gone

Another day
One where I have so much to say
But I just watch you for that last minute
Cause you'll find someone
And you'll get married
And there's nothing I can do about it

So I'll move on and find someone too
Someone who gets me the way that you do
I only knew you for a few moments
Before the world went back to moving

Oh don't hold me down when I need you so much
Don't look at me at all
Tomorrow I'll be gone

Read this, good morning
If you're ever in California
You have a hand to hold

READ THIS GOOD MORNING

I'd put a hat on if you got me one you think I'd like
With a whistle and a light for when it's dark outside
Cause I'm always getting lost looking for a line
Something clever that you never heard about your eyes

Flipping through my favorite hypotheticals with you
I like the ones where you smile at all the things I do
I like to spread out everything I want to say to you
So I have a reason to reach out to you again

Writing little notes about my current state of mind
I'm glad you liked the ones I wrote about you at the time
Growing old's alright if you have someone at your side
If I wasn't leaving getting older would sound fine

In the ocean on the floor
My bones sweep to the other shore
I left broken but came back empty
While I'm here you'll never find me

Fish Food

Take your time
If you need it
You don't need a reason
Just don't let bad people bring you down

Watch your step
It's a big one
Gary said it's what you make of moving on
And starting fresh

There's nothing much else to do
What are we gonna do
Nothing much else to do
Throw our brains away
It's been a quiet day
Nothing left to say
Nothing much else to do
It's still so much with you

Work on love
Loving everyone you meet
Work on life
Don't work too late
Someone without time is someone dead
I'm working hard on what Gary said

I want my life back
I want to live again
Love someone and feel loved by them
Want to quit my job and move out of here
Be with people who really want me there

I got something if you want to hear what I want to say
About fate and situations that were meant to be this way
(so much to hold onto)
Cause we're ordinary people with a short amount of time
(so much to let go)
Getting lost in these emotions I forget they're only mine

There's nothing much else to do
What are we gonna do
Nothing much else to do
Throw our brains away
It's been a quiet day
Nothing left to say
Nothing much else to do
It's still so much with you

Gary

You're so unrealistic
I miss my real friends
I'm tired of spending weekends
Hiding from you
Thinking about them

My albatross
I just learned what that was
It's sitting in my room
With dead roaches and old food

If you're thinking of moving out
Packing up and leaving town
Just in case I don't see you later
Don't forget your refrigerator
And your hair tie and your cables
And that shoe rack if you're able
And your luggage
And your baggage
And the trauma it provided

Nothing good ever happens
Cause you never let it
You're so masochistic
Messing shit up so you can regret it

You're nicotine in my walls
You're the marker I can't wash off
Maybe you had it figured out
Burning everything you saw down

All of it gone
In a bitter end
All of it done
I miss my real friends

I miss my real friends

French Vanilla

I stood outside in the wind and rain
The fire spit and took my face
The pieces from my shattered wake
Cut deep into my escape

The rain, the road, the afterglow
The streetlights pointing to my home
The end of all is so much lost
So what would go if I would be gone

The ash from my bed
Gently carries me away
I am dust, forgotten
I am only just a name

Oh, sun
Over clouds
Over mountains that I made
I am all I have known
I am particles in stone

Becoming
Becoming
Becoming

I Stood Outside in the Wind and Rain

The Fire

Stone skipping with two broken glass eyes
Pointed at the ground in front of me

Oh kaleidoscope of my tunnel vision
Every shade of hope
Diminishing

I throw myself into the river
With the stones I threw in
Her direction

And the notes I scratched into the stones
They scrape into my shoulders
Going down the river bed

Stuck between the thought of you and
The weight of my reality

Going down the river bed
Going down the river bed
Going down the river bed
Going down the river bed

Stone Skipping

A song about wallowing in nostalgia. More information on sail-patches.de/music/scan_lines.html

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