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When will I have time to mourn what I've become
A new corporate shellac with a stapler gun
And I'll write out my letters at demigod speed
And I'll worship upon my own altar of greed
'Til all families break up and all buildings come down
And all letters I write come back address unfound
And the Earth's maw will open 'neath my office chair
And I'll Find myself swallowed, Jonah and the whale
And I was born a man
So that's who I became
Trading death for money
Fearing only change
Altruistic visions
Behind a concrete wall
Borders in my body
As I wait for them to fall
The tragedy of the dreamer ten times scorned
For their name was drawn out to be 'young warrior'
And so love became casual, tears became dry
As they took up their birthright and saw their dreams die
And you must understand that my life, it is cursed
I have lived all my dreams, I grew gold from the dirt
And yet still there's an emptiness inside my chest
So why not just give in, let the fat whale digest
And I was born a man
So that's who I became
Trading death for money
Fearing only change
Altruistic visions
Behind a concrete wall
Borders in my body
As I wait for them to fall
Oh to fall, to fall, to fall
Fall, fall, fall
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Here's to the dads that don't admit that they're wrong
I happen to have a good one, so he's not in this song
I hope you fucking know you treat your daughters like shit
And then they come to me and cry
'Cause they have to live with it
You should learn from someone kinder
Someone wiser than yourself
She is painting masterpieces
While you're touching yourself
And we are the promises that we didn't keep
We arе the promises that we didn't keep
And wе are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
Here's to the lobbyists who don't care about death
They think they can beat it with the gold on their neck
The city's on fire and they talk their way out
Blood diamonds and smokestacks and a shit-eating mouth
A toast to the workers we keep from coming to their senses
And a knife under the pillow in case they want higher wages
And we are the promises that we didn't keep
We are the promises that we didn't keep
And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
And welcome to the main event
The one you've all been waiting for
The writer turns the pen on his emaciated neck
The fact is I'm a sad little person with huge impossible dreams
And maybe if I wasn't such a lazy dreamy fuck
Then I would find a sense of purpose
Or at least something to believe
I don't text, I don't call and I certainly don't write
Masochistically watching people burn out like stars in the night
And we are the promises that we didn't keep
We are the promises that we didn't keep
And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
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How do you talk to a star?
Keep your body nice and shielded from all that heat
How do you show them who you are
Without the radiation paralyzing the deepest parts of me?
It's funny how you spent the days
Being a beacon for me and my hop-scotch plays
I got a desk drawer full of letters that I never sent you
'Cause you were just too far away
One cart and a table in the corner
White boots and a tongue that's feeling extra dry
Then we eclipse, my mind is heavy, gravel in my alveoli
I wish I could take in your warmth but I go
Cold, cold
There's something caught in your teeth
A smile bigger than Andromeda
Unexplored potential beckons me
Into a Hans Zimmer aria
But the thermosphere is burning up
And I've a penchant for cowardice
Ruddy cheeks as I look up
At the estate in my head that you founded, and I go
Cold, cold
And everybody has a purpose in someone else's life
And you have given me more than I know what to do with
The notebook paper, the baseball cap, the bowling alley midnights- cheap beer on tap
And you are a lithograph, sketching my history
Under the floodlights you look more like God to me
The right to fuck up, the way to talk, three shots of tequila, the speed to walk
And I guess what I'm trying to say here is thank you
But I go
Cold
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Alexandria Burning
04:20
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I used to think that memories were like pollen
I would breathe them in
And they would stick to the walls of my nose
And congest my amygdala with visions of everything
But oh, it's not so simple, is it?
When the fog comes rolling in, please know
I didn't desert you
I saved you from seeing the pain of the blinded
Can you hear the cries of the blinded?
[Chorus]
Alexandria burning
This is genocide
You have taken our yearning, countrymen
And set forth a pyre of innocеnt lives
Do you feel the earth turning
What havе you done? Oh, God, oh, sin
Fetishising the fruits of our knowledge
Leaving us with the ashes to begin again
[Verse 2]
I'm so young and there's so little I know
Harmonizing bottles of cherry soda
Clinking in rhythm with circadian footfalls
Cycling through an endless pattern of who I could be
If I just stopped falling
Spring comes to where I am
And I know I'm not getting anywhere
Droplets of moisture begging for rebirth
Let this be a sign unto you, oh you, oh you, oh you
Alexandria burning
This amicicide
You have met your potential, countrymen
In cowardly panic, and cast them aside
Did you find what you're missing?
Does that matchbook know your sins?
Expediting a self-inflicted punishment
And leaving you with the ashes to begin again
In my dreams they will wait for me
They will let me bask like a lizard on a rock in them
And I will walk through the fire, hand in hand
With the kid who used to hoard pockets of mica crystals
In hopes that one day, in the reflection of one of the fractals he would find a future for himself
And it will be beautiful
It will be so fucking beautiful
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5. |
Abandon the Hospital
05:05
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They told us the dam was gonna break
To pack up all our things and evacuate
As soon as we can
You said that it would all be fine
To stick around and enjoy the ride
Life is short anyway
The moms are all running and holding their kids
Who knew that they'd never see home again
And I didn't want to leave, but I still had answers
To questions I needed to know
Abandon the hospital
Leave the records to drown
I'll get as far as I can from the ocean and then
I'll build up my own town
Abandon the hospital
It's my choice to make
These sterilised walls make mе wanna give up and
The beds arе all empty
Anyway
My fridge has been empty for a while
You'd say I have to eat, then you'd smile that smile
The flood came and turned it all to dust
It's hard, it's really fucking hard
But I must, I must, I must, I must
The Sistine Chapel of your collarbone
The David of your eyes
It has all been lost to history
And why am I surprised?
I needed someone to grow old with
'Cause I still felt too young
And at the gallows you said, "Don't leave me here"
I cried, I turned and run
Abandon the hospital
It's time to grow old
Away from the people who tried to care for me
I'll die in bed alone
Abandon the hospital
It's my choice to make
These sterilized walls make me wanna give up
And the beds are all full
Anyway
Abandon the hospital
It's time to grow old
Away from the people who tried to care for me
I'll die in bed alone
Abandon the hospital
It's my choice to make
These sterilized walls make me wanna give up
And the beds are all full
Of people who need them
More than me
And more than you
And we've still got dreams to live and lose
So come on, let's go
Get out of your bed
For once, I will not accept an end
Abandon the hospital
Abandon the hospital
Abandon the hospital
Abandon the hospital
Abandon the hospital
Abandon the hospital
Abandon the hospital
Abandon the hospital
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6. |
Sally's Interlude
02:08
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And we are the promises that we didn't keep
We are the promises that we didn't keep
And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
And we are the promises that we didn't keep
We are the promises that we didn't keep
And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
And we are the promises that we didn't keep
We are the promises that we didn't keep
And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don't
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7. |
Nunemaker's Parable
04:09
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There was a wanderer who found his way to God
Or maybe it was Lucifer under some false facade
Broken down and tattered
Compound fractures in his sleeves
Shoe soles nailed together
But he never seemed to bleed
With one desperate push
His poor diaphragm forced out a plea
He said: One home burned down, one fell apart
One met a flood, and one was nothing from the start
Weapons built against me, well they all seem to fail
But weapons built against my home
They always will prevail
So leave me my liver and leave me my skin
Leave me the way all those other homes did
But leave me a soul, only by definition
I don't want to feel anything
My neurons are snapping like cat gut strings
A symphony of agony
I don't wanna hear and I don't wanna sing
I don't wanna breathe incompletely
I am mourning
I am morning
So break me anew
Well, I'll find every sick fuck I can
And I'll make them a deal
With no conscience, I'll make money and
I'll lie and cheat and steal
And that money won't bring happiness
But let me ask what does
'Cause I've found a place, and those sick fucks
Well, they turned it to dust
And if I can't have justice
I might as well join the unjust
The floorboards smelled like lemonade
Prepared for our arrival
The air was clean and crisp
Just like a tonic for survival
Well, I wrote my name in charcoal
On the bathhouse where we cried
So now I'm broken fundamentally
And nobody gets why
So give me what drugs you got, give me your meds
Give me a cocktail to sedate my head
Abandon all hope of my moral salvation
They already took that from me
The sky was an angel of morning's heat
With languid, shiny curls of aquamarine
And when I close my eyes and when I dare to dream
And when I think I might shatter completely
I can feel them in my hands
But I can't go back again
My neurons are snapping like cat gut strings
A symphony of agony
I don't wanna hear and I don't wanna sing
I don't wanna breathe incompletely
I am mourning
I am morning
So break me anew
Turns out that the god he found was just a little girl
Sitting on a swingset
Just a little girl
She said "Mister, you look tired
I will let you go, but first
I think that what you're asking for
It just might make things worse"
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(We're all sober)
One! Two! One! Two! One two three four!
It's like a seam ripper has been dragged across my back
Peeled my skin and splayed my ribs
Like angel wings on a rack
It's funny livin' like this
Cutting my teeth on borrowed chains
It's funny livin' like this, like this
The gravedigger and the nightingale
In symbiotic thrall
As he cleans the rotten muck off of his shovel
It sings a simple song
Oh, why'd they all have to go and leave us?
Is hope our cross?
But if this is the cross that we have to carry
Let's finish the job
Let's finish the job, lеt's finish the job, let's finish the job
If I hеld your hand, would that be okay?
The world is falling out in the ashtray
Our dirty mattresses with Victorian bedding
Doomsday sirens will be the vows at our wedding
But then again, a mattress is still a mattress
And nuka-cola quantum isn't real
But we're still fucking here
The gravedigger and the nightingale
In symbiotic thrall
As he cleans the rotten muck off of his shovel
It sings a simple song
Oh, why'd they all have to go and leave us?
Is hope our cross?
But if this is the cross that we have to carry
Let's finish the job
Let's finish the job, let's finish the job, let's finish the job
Let's finish the job (let's finish the job)
Let's finish the job (let's finish the job)
Let's finish the job (let's finish the job)
Let's finish the job (let's finish the job)
Let's finish the job (let's finish the job)
Let's finish the job, let's finish the job
Let's finish the job, let's finish the job
Let's finish the job
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Everybody's Worried About Owen Miami, Florida
Everybody's Worried About Owen is a solo project by Owen Trawick. Inspired by DIY Ethics, Folk Punk and 5th Wave Emo music, Owen is excited to continue making music and hopes to do justice to the bands that inspired them along the way.
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