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A Good Idea At The Time
02:30
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I want something great
Instead of the lukewarm life of
Day old coffee
Sad attempts at negotiation
Talk like we’re crossing oceans
But we can’t swim this pond
Thought I gave it all I had
Didn’t notice the camera pull back
And reveal my futility
Trying to hold up a pillar
When a building collapses around me.
But it seemed like a good idea at the time
Tried to take control
dabbled in some magicks beyond my scope and
bandaging wounds that need air
navigate places aetheric
all over my head.
But it seemed like a good idea at the time
Will I will myself to higher mountains?
Stay at a job til it’s all that I know?
Or struggle through crippling bouts of everything,
Waiting for the change that will make me whole?
I don't know where to look.
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This Dream I had Twice
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Your family's mouths are spitting tiny brimstone pebbles
in every panic-struck direction
every fresh uncertainty leaves us with
no choice but packing up three years of weighted memories
in a van with perfect strangers
trying to get ahead of the mob
I realize that we forgot your mother's bracelet
when it became too late to change our
ways to be accepted into the kingdom
now the clock in the dashboard flies toward me
like these endless yellow lines----
A road
that carries
endless futures down the way
a throne
inhabited
by tyrants, cruelest sentiments
we've got
to hope
my engine will hold til the border
so we can prove they don't exist.
I want nothing more than to drive this flaming car into the
Station where the floodgates hold back
People looking for a break
But these dogs don’t look too friendly
And these cops have assumptions
And I’ve got dreams to keep me going, through holding and interrogation
But we’re not held too long, we talk real nice
And wash our faces with bottled water
Keep our stories straight and pass this nervous test
As we drive away the mob streams in
One thousand bodies crush this barricade.
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Skies Denied
03:36
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We sit across the room
in deepest water pressure
staring back through miles of history
that we tried to navigate
we made the map in a classroom
cut each clue in tiny chairs with giant scissors
threw them like bones
upon a square of asphalt
we received images of our deaths
wandering toward the corners
holding on to hope in barren lands
until the final moment
and then we opened our eyes
and we denied that we were dreaming
it all felt so close to home
resigned to drowning out at sea
I swam by reefs, I ran through
forests fed on bones and ashes
And skies denied of stars
Always chasing opportunities
For answers quicker and more empty
Than our hearts right now
Let someone get joy
Out of their watching every
Stumbled drunken step towards, or away.
Escorted by devils on both shoulders
Tell me just another mile
Every mile that I go
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Spiders
04:00
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(c)1998 System of a Down.
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it's that time of day when the bombs decide to fall
in the light from their burst you can see
reflections of the city on a crawling slick of oil on the ground
day in and day out we repeat this test
wait for the volley to end and we can
search these spineless buildings for supplies to last another week
one morning you declare that you are sick
of end of the world routines, it's like having a job
we didn't wait this long to be slaves to people we can't see
We've got friends on an island somewhere north of here
we take the salvaged truck to try and
catch a ferry, catch a break and catch a possibility.
if the paper was on fire
would you still write on it
maybe you’d find something
a little more permanent
we're just a couple of young fools
drawing on each other's skin
to commemorate
the beginning of the end
left home, searching round the bend
for chapters that are yet to come
It's gotta be better
than waiting for the bombs.
This record began with fragments on your neck
An image from before we couldn’t let it go
I steadied my hand, washed the dirt from your skin
It was a morning two days after I arrived
We listened to the radio and it
Told us tension troops amassing borders are your nightmares
And two strangers embraced in the parking lot that night
I think the street was watching through their
Windows; hours later, the first bomb exploded.
In sterile moments we etched chapters, images
Chronology of cataclysmic
Moments we had wanted, and now we’re not so sure
I think this meditation brings me peace of mind,
But that’s another story for another time.
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An Historic New Haven
The home for the music of Adam Matlock, his songwriting alias An Historic, and his electronic project GZARA (fka G.
Zarapanecko).
All music composed by Adam Matlock unless otherwise indicated. For all related projects, visit adammatlock.bandcamp.com
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