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Rot in Bliss
05:37
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I can’t find the words
that I can live by—
I just edit the script
when it goes awry.
It’s okay, it’s alright,
we’ll find our way tonight–
and tomorrow we’ll undo
everything we said we’d do.
But something will have to
take root someday soon.
Can’t make up my mind.
What is worth my time?
No, we will not fail,
though our plan’s derailed–
redirect the sail,
calibrate the scale.
It’s alright, it’s okay,
there’s always another way.
Before you die, what’ll you miss?
What’ll it take to rot in bliss?
We can be the buffer
between what we’ll suffer–
we can soften the blows
so it’s not all dread and woe
and misery–
I have already
wasted so much time
harping on the grief.
“It’s okay” is just what we say
when we’ve lost our way.
Can we take the reins?
Is it all in vain?
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Driving myself crazy
trying to decide lately.
Toss it about, you’ll figure it out–
living in a limbo of profound doubt.
I don’t want to open that door,
closing all the others forever more.
Sooner or later you’ll have to choose
or someone else will do so for you.
Before you die, what will you miss?
What will it take to rot in bliss?
Toss it about, you’ll figure it out–
living in a limbo of profound doubt.
I can’t get it right–
think I might toss it,
make it end, start again.
I can’t wait it out anymore–
I know what I got
and what I want.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Driving myself crazy
trying to decide lately.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
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Trust your gut, you’ll figure it out–
no second guesses, no needless doubts.
This is how we’re living now–
time to turn this ship around.
Getting some perspective to adjust the course–
got eyes on the horizon
for where we’re heading towards,
to know what we’re rowing for
and why we go at all.
This is how we’re living now,
this is how we’re living now,
this is how we’re living now.
Flipping through the options
like a fistful of swatches–
can’t decide on the shade or hue,
Hey, what’d they ever say to you
to make you so subdued
and cause the solution to dilute?
Trust your gut, you’ll figure it out–
no second guesses, no needless doubts.
This is how we’re living now.
This is how we’re living now,
this is how we’re living now,
this is how we’re living now,
this is how we’re living now,
this is how we’re living now,
this is how we’re living now,
this is how we’re living now.
Trust your gut, you’ll figure it out–
no second guesses, no needless doubts.
This is how we’re living now–
time to turn this ship around.
Getting some perspective to adjust the course–
got eyes on the horizon
for where we’re heading towards,
to know what we’re rowing for
and why we go at all.
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In Your Bones
02:49
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You can never let it go–
it’s in your bones,
it’s all you truly know
Feel it like most every night,
sometimes randomly
and sometimes when you need–
subtly underlying
in everything that you desire.
Like the sun it’s the only one
that remains constantly,
center of your gravity.
Fading youth, facing truth–
however bright or dimly,
your light shines on enduringly.
Deep bogs of brain fog
swallow whole swaths of time–
when you’re lost in the weeds
and lost track of the seeds,
it will find you
and remind you
that it’s time to go.
It’s the roots underground,
the channels unseen,
the marrow of the matter,
it’s your reason to breathe.
It’s the wavering hum
of cicadas in the sun–
the crying of new life
that’s just begun.
Subtly underlying
in everything that you desire.
However bright or dimly,
your light shines on enduringly.
That voice you know
that calls you home,
you can feel it in your bones,
beckoning you
and coming into view,
inching nearer,
becoming clearer.
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Dredging
03:45
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I can feel it brewing and breathing,
something palpable in the ether,
as it draws nearer and nearer–
what’s nebulous soon becomes clearer.
Exorcising the beasts inside of me—
tame them and frame them
to save them from the abyss
that they came from.
Digging through the depths of the archives—
searching for some old ghosts to revive.
Quantifying and eulogizing
everything you once would’ve died for.
Apathy creeps in and consumes me–
I’m paralyzed by my desire
to frack and mine my mind.
I can feel it brewing in the ether,
the cause and remedy of this fever.
Dredging up a bitter-sweet mixture,
converting what’s hurting into an elixir.
Exorcising the beasts inside of me—
tame them and frame them
to save them from the dust
that they’d become.
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Whalesong
06:11
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Oooh ooh oh…
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Clip Art Rose
03:10
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Even though you know
that’s not where your heart should go,
you superimpose it
like a clip-art rose.
There’s that glint in your eyes–
you’re so fixated on that prize
that’ll never materialize
like how you had in mind.
Like a square peg in a round hole,
sometimes it just doesn’t mesh into the fold.
So you pull it back, but like a finger trap,
if you’d just let it loose,
you’d set it free like you’re s’posed to.
‘Cause when it’s contrived,
it just doesn’t feel right.
So just sit tight, let it ride,
let it be what it needs to be.
‘Cause when it feels forced, it comes off coarse,
though the words don’t come so easily–
but it’s taking shape
to make it okay soon.
Even though you know
that’s not where your heart should go,
you superimpose it
like a clip-art rose.
There’s that glint in your eyes–
you’re so fixated on that prize
that’ll never materialize
like how you had in mind.
‘Cause when it’s contrived,
it just doesn’t feel right.
So just sit tight, let it ride,
let it be what it needs to be.
‘Cause when it feels forced, it comes off coarse,
though the words don’t come so easily–
but it’s taking shape to
make it okay soon.
Even though you know
that’s not where your heart should go,
you superimpose it
like a clip-art rose.
There’s that glint in your eyes–
you’re so fixated on that prize
that’ll never materialize
like how you had in mind.
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Gondola
02:10
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No matter the matter,
we have a love that lasts.
We’ll weather the weather,
whatever comes to pass.
The gusts feel like breezes—
you just make it so easy to flow
wherever the wind blows
on the gondola
tonight with you.
We’ll never forget to remember
the sweet sounds.
The humming and buzzing
of all the life abound.
Through tunnels, down channels
so narrow we will glide so smoothly
under the moonbeams
on the gondola
we ride through,
on the gondola
tonight with you.
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8. |
McBushwick Strut
03:45
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Stumbling down the line,
tangled in that web you spun,
as the threads of your designs
all come undone.
Changing the course
and breaking the pact
that you made with yourself
when that self was intact.
Are these the deeds that feed me
or just debts to the past?
We lean on fleeting contexts,
but can we ever stand?
Well, you’ve gone and thought yourself
into a hole again—
caught between the means
but without the ends.
But in the end
it will all unfold
and come full circle
and be nicely tied in a pretty bow
like your favorite TV show—
convenient and sweet
and so far removed from reality.
But like with all truths
we pick and choose,
hoping the real and ideal
someday will fuse.
Well, you’ve gone and thought yourself
into a hole again—
caught between the means
but without the ends.
Feeling our way through the dark
for a brighter muse,
hoping the real and ideal
will fuse someday
to light the way.
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Someday, when it’s over,
you’ll fly every morning.
Oh, float away,
and one day
when that balloon deflates
we’ll find a way–
something to piece back to–
some things to start anew.
I’ll take that trip with you
if you want me to—
though I know sometimes
you gotta go alone to make it right–
and despite the hurdles in sight,
the sun will shine on the other side.
Someday, when it’s over,
you’ll fly every morning.
Oh, float away,
and one day
when that balloon deflates
we’ll find a way.
Someday, when it’s over,
we’ll fly every morning.
Oh, we’ll soar away,
and if that haze
should dissipate,
then we’ll embrace
the shocking clarity
and adjust to the intensity.
It’s so hard to see
when you’re sedentary
anything beyond
your comfortable misery—
but all that lies in wait,
be it from luck or fate,
will come to you,
make no mistake,
all too soon
and way too late.
Oh, we’ll float away,
and one day
we’ll find the space
to make it stay.
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10. |
Laugh Lines
05:12
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Through all the years
we have laughed and cried–
we will collect the tears before we die.
It is written clear upon your face–
the sheer divide between space and time.
You can’t hide the child inside–
the lines by your eyes, they don’t lie.
And though we may lose our sight,
what remains unchanged
is that ardent inner light.
There are past lives
in your laugh lines
that are revived
by your smiling eyes.
Despite the divide
between space and time,
the child inside
is quite alive.
But what I can see
and what I construe
says more about me
than it does about you.
And though we may
be deprived of our sight,
what remains unchanged
is that ardent inner light.
There are past lives
written in your laugh lines–
it’s true,
and you know it, too.
All is revived
by your smiling eyes–
it’s good,
and it’s all inside you.
You cannot hide
the child inside–
the lines by your eyes,
they do not lie.
We laugh and cry,
we live and die–
but together we ride
through low and high.
There are past lives
in your laugh lines–
it’s true,
and you know it, too.
All is revived
by your smiling eyes–
it’s good,
and it’s all inside you.
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11. |
Complete Contentment
03:45
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I cannot seem to find
a way to justify
the path down which I’ve been sent—
so, so far from complete contentment.
I don’t know what I’d do
if they were to just come true,
all of my dreams.
Would I hold them close
or just pick at the seams?
But you made it clear as day,
like fog lifting from the plain—
a light glints on the horizon
and evaporates the haze
that I had my eyes on.
Yeah, you cleared my field of view—
fresh like morning dew
dappled on the greenest grass.
I think I know what I’d do
now that I’ve come to—
All you know is in your bones—
There are so few things
that time can’t undo.
I just want to rot in bliss,
but my mind keeps saying, “Not like this.”
Sometimes I think I’ve lost the plot,
but then I remember what I’ve got
You knew just what I meant:
Complete contentment.
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Grampfather Kingston, New York
Grampfather is an indie-psych rock band based out of Kingston, NY, whose material traverses a variety of rock genres, such
as indie, garage, punk, psych, chill, and thrash.
James Kwapisz: vocals, guitar, synth
Tony DiMauro: drums
Andrew Blot: guitar, keys
Jake Offermann: bass
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