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Found Words, Implied Meanings

by corrvus

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1.
1 08:08
A year from now I will know you by name only This is a cycle of life, this is a part of being I can turn loneliness, to bitterness, to anger to cope This is something i've learned it's so much easier to be without when every bridge is burned this is a modern lifestyle I can be interesting I could be someone you might like to talk to I can be worth your time
2.
Meaning 04:46
Birth served me kinder Life would've seen me a mariner in some sort of golden age reminiscent of stories of old history to forget my name but i would know the sea grow old on an ageless sea grow grey among green and grey history to forget my name but i would know the sea I suppose what I am trying to do here is in a sense crucify myself through discomfort, so that i can know pain, i can be saved go forth to unnamed ports see stars as they're meant to be seen history to forget my name but the sea to know my worth myself to work my worth my body to earn it's aches speak in lore to replace know my name in a vast expanse know my name in it's last breath history to forget my name
3.
Words 06:10
They Built an empire, on Zossima's rotting flesh They built another world, on the purification of Christ's words Malpractice dentistry, by the kingdom's best dislocation, built from grey skies Your new savior is performing buy a ticket, watch him dance and see the ghosts that haunt this building, they're only semi-transparent see his bells, hear them ring, let them comfort you and rejoice your father's sins are forgiven in the blood of the inquisition oh empty beneficiary what have you now? a blank page, in a book of black thoughts write nothing, so that forests can grow write nothing, hang your head, move on there's a party in the streets you're uninvited, you're weak your eyes are clouded with tears that you owe shed the tears, explain your blindness shed the tears, and see Zossimas blood was no better
4.
Implication 03:48
With Sisyphus considered is it worth it, to cling to pretty things? so that time and age will cease their terrible hunting, if only momentarily to search for a place where one can sit down, without the unnerving pressure to immediately stand in a field, old growth, or the window of the house where you spent your best, waiting to hear the train pass, before falling asleep arise, sun kill this mistake of an age do i look like my mother? Do i talk like my father? Spring is waining in it's bloom and is ungraspable even with hands not already so full do i look like my mother? Do i talk like my father? Sunrise took years, but the moon is only minutes away do i look like my mother? do i talk like my father? do i talk the way he talks?
5.
2 11:00
Let's leave this place/if only for an hour/ lets run away from loneliness/ light a cigarette in celebration every time you pass that point/ lets save enough for moonlight/ we can starve ourselves satisfactory/ we can stay up so late we find meanings/ in street lights/ fast food dinners/lost friends/and the discomforting pinch of a tattoo needle held by an ungloved, unwashed hand/ learn the names of everyone under a bridge/find comfort watching trains/ hoping for a freight/ send prayers to a non attendant god, rightfully unnamed thus far/ for the woman selling paintings at the gas station at midnight/ for the meth drinker having visions of children, who won't stop laughing at him/ for the mute who lost his job to paranoia/ for the woman waiting for her husband to return from Vietnam/ for the man who will wait for an unknown relation to take him home, but until then will water dirt in his from yard/ to the inheritor who's father's money will not come/ to the heroin user, ready to raise a child that is not his. Lets make sense of this by the fire in the hills, turned blue in the night sky, watching an inconsequential freeway bring gas haulers home to families who will forget every beautiful memory

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This album was written starting immediately after the demo was put out (October 2016) and recorded near the end of 2017

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released December 14, 2017

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