1. |
I Can't Remember
02:40
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I can't remember
half the words you said, but I
remember the surroundings and it
seemed like it had happened yesterday
I walked away then
complacent in my state of mind,
yet certainty was lacking, so I find.
A shift occurred with
momentum hardly lost, but
I feel like I'm overthinking
undertones in truth of meaning.
Enlighten me to all the
things that I'll forget. I
know that I'll just sit and nod,
no need replies be sent.
And I can't remember
half the words you said, but I
remember the surroundings and it
seemed like it had happened yesterday
I walked away then
complacent in my state of mind,
yet certainty was lacking, so I find.
I hit a low, but never
tripped or skid or fell, cause the
world will keep on spinning whether
I can keep on standing tall, though
Every since the autumn, I've been
bent right out of shape, and the
task is mine to step on up my game.
Yet I can't remember
half the words you said, but I
remember the surroundings and it
seemed like it had happened yesterday
I walked away then
complacent in my state of mind,
yet certainty was lacking, so I find.
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2. |
Crimson Lounge
02:11
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3. |
Goodbye, GNOME
01:27
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Goodbye, GNOME,
you've had an alright run, but
we're going our own way; we feel that
Qt will get better done this job.
Goodbye, GNOME,
you'll not be held in bad regard, but
working 'round your problems proves much
harder than it's worth.
We've got our own vision in mind, and
features we will implement over time, but
after so many hurdles, the runners start to whine.
You're fine and dandy for what you are, but
trying to change you is becoming a chore; the
Budgie's gonna fly into the sky.
Goodbye, GNOME,
you've had an alright run, but
we're going our own way; we feel that
Qt will get better done this job.
Goodbye, GNOME,
you'll not be held in bad regard, but
working 'round your problems proves much
harder than it's worth.
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4. |
Bind
01:57
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Got myself in and out of a bind again.
And it took all the ink from the pen that just sits in my pack 'cause I never use it.
Blank slate, and I'm back on track with myself.
And everyday is more upbeat, 'cause I'm not tied to internal burden.
Hit me with your ad-homs, cause I really couldn't care;
You're bouncing off my hair, and I am free.
Got myself a muse on which I can depend.
And it's not gonna stop if I keep it up with everything I've got.
Blank slate, but its colors are gonna shine.
And everyday is less mundane, 'cause I'm not tied to internal burden.
I'm just a dirty heathen, child, and I don't really care.
From all the lies I kept, I now am free.
Got myself in and out of a bind again.
And it took all the ink from the pen that just sits in my pack 'cause I never use it.
Blank slate, and I'm back on track with myself.
And everyday is more upbeat, 'cause I'm not tied to internal burden.
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5. |
Through the Swamp
01:43
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6. |
U$A
01:25
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They lost the purpose that was
holding up their effort.
and now they're just as bad as
what they fought so
hard to stop; the
shady monsters
in the dark.
Feeding on the
pockets of the
wealthy and the poor.
Fingers crossed for
greater good, but
imminent demise
leads forth,
Cause everyone wants power over
liberty,
prosperity, and the
U.S dream for
you & me. They
want their feelings
unperturbed, and
bank accounts up through the roof.
Socioeconomic status,
in their eyes, beats out the platform
in the U$A.
in the U$A.
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7. |
Out of it
01:42
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8. |
Pseudo-sun
03:02
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Everyone wanted a reason to say,
"The rain is gonna go away if you look
out for the pseudo-sun at the end of the storm".
Well the pseudo-sun is paper-wound, cause it's
falling apart, and it isn't round, but
we all seem to pretend that it's so great.
Everybody knows it, but
holds to their ideals, cause
they dream of utopia where
every wound heals.
The only light in this pseudo-sun is the
misguided spirit of the torch used to
burn down what we've built into the ground.
Everyone wanted a reason to say,
"The world is gonna be ok if you
keep your feet tied to the ground".
But the ground is falling apart.
It took the hope out of my heart to
watch the world walk single-file into the pseudo-sun.
Everybody knows it, but
holds to their ideals, cause
they dream of utopia where
every wound heals.
The only light in this pseudo-sun is the
misguided spirit of the torch used to
burn down what we've built into the ground.
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9. |
It's OK
01:37
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10. |
penA
01:15
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11. |
penB
00:46
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14. |
If I Remembered
06:14
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Mark! Silver recommends:
Periwinkle Easter
by Wolf Circus
won't you tell me your NAME AND STAR SIGNS, YEAH!
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best vulf record by far, forgiving the vocal-instrumental split in the tracklist.
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THE SAMBA AND CRUNK EP
by brad bellard
brad knows how to bring the funky jams! it's head-bopping fun from front to back!
go to albumIf you like Mark! Silver, you may also like:
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