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We'll be Fine
04:33
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Some friends I was torn from abruptly
Some friends we just drifted apart
And I can feel the bonds between us straining
You know it’s slowly breaking my heart
Do you remember how we felt this time last year
What happened to those people we were
I remember your laughter distinctly
But recently it’s all been a blur
And I don’t mean to be so maudlin, but it’s been muddlin’ up my mind
Well I’ve lost a share of friends to negligence in my time
So I thought I’d give a holler to say I care for you deeply
And that recently, yeah I’ve been thinking, you and me?
We’ll be fine.
Some groups of people they fracture,
Yeah I’m pretty sure most of them will
It still really sucks to watch it happen
It’s just another jagged little pill
Maybe I should’ve moved town again,
Hell maybe someday I will
Start it all over with some brand new friends
Keep it up ‘til somebody gets killed
I didn’t plan to be so plaintive, put it’s plain enough to see
That when friendships outlast affection, it’s a cruel cacophony
So I thought I’d give a holler to say I care for you deeply
And that recently, yeah I’ve been thinking, you and me?
We’ll be fine.
And I’m sorry, I’m not strong enough
And I’m sorry, but even if I was
I’d be sorry, cuz I ain’t forcing love
Some friends I was torn from abruptly
Some friends I’ve kept close for years
Well it helps that you’re here and you’re lovely
And it hurts when I choke on my fears
I don’t desire to be so doleful, but I’ll be damned if I don’t sing
I sing thanks for your indulgence, in this and everything
So I thought I’d give a holler to say I care for you deeply
And that recently, yeah I’ve been thinking, you and me?
We’ll be fine
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2. |
Getting Better
03:15
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I’m getting better, at feeling worse about myself
It’s been a long time, since I’ve looked around this personal hell
And I can tell in an abstract way that today is a beautiful day
But that’s not how it feels inside, this fragile little skull of mine
There’s just this blankness,
This terrible unknown staring out of the abyss
Sometimes I feel safe there, in the cocoon of all my cares
At the bottom of everything, way up above everything,
Is the essence of everything
And unhappy with the song it sings,
This internal disharmony is why everything’s changing
And by changing consistently,
It appears to do so naturally and thus masks the complexity
Of the aspects that we can see,
Of internal disharmony in the essence of everything
I’m getting better, and not drinking or smoking or sleeping so much
It’s been a long time,
But now I finally feel like there’s something I can touch
And I can tell intuitively, that there’s a place in this world for me
And there’s something real inside,
A certain part of me that will always survive
Cuz I’m real and I’m here, and it’s today,
And I’m living day-to-day in a legitimate way
I feel so free here, free from all my fears
For the moment I’m freed from all my fears.
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3. |
Bad Decisions
03:02
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It’s hard to fix a mistake, that you didn’t even know you’d made,
It’s hard to realize when the status quo clouds up your eyes, that
You’ve gotta do some honest thinking, about the life you’re leading.
And since there’s no one else, I guess I’ll have to trust myself
To turn my head, and remember the books that I read
To listen to the voice, of a curious troublesome boy
That I used to be, oh can’t you see?
I don’t know what I’m turning out to be.
I think I made a bad decision, I think it’s time to burn some bridges
Only Love can help me now,
And if I can take one more step, it’ll be toward the place that I left
I think it’s time to turn around.
It’s hard to swallow your pride, when you didn’t even get a chance to try
It’s hard to recognize when those lucid dreams cloud up your eyes, that
Well maybe that the thing’s you’re doing, ain’t leading you on a life of ruin
But since there’s no one else, I guess I’ll have to trust myself
To stand my ground, and treasure the things that I’ve found
To listen to the band, of a curious troublesome man
That I ought to be, oh can’t you see?
I don’t know what I’m turning out to be.
I think I made a bad decision, I think it’s time to burn some bridges
Only Love can help me now,
And if I can take one more step, it’ll be toward the place that I left
I think it’s time to turn around.
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4. |
Endless Flow
04:03
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There’s something special going on today
A statement of mutual selection
It’s always magical when two people say
We’re headed in the same direction
I hear somebody say I love you
I hear it now I heard it long ago
I hear somebody say I love you too
It’s an endless flow
Time moves so fast
Lovers come, lovers pass
They keep passing love like a torch
It’s the love that lasts
There’s something special in the air today
A light-hearted spirit from the union of two hearts
It’s always magical when two people say
We will never part
Time moves so slow
Lovers come, lovers go
But they keep passing love like a torch
It’s an endless flow
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5. |
Worlds Beyond
06:27
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There are worlds beyond this one,
I’ve learned about them through my years,
And in these many worlds, circling many suns,
We are crushed beneath our doubts, we rise above our fears
And in the worlds beyond this one
There are many heavens, many hells
Many angels tempting us with no good fun
Many demons showing us where our hearts dwell
These worlds have come to me
Through printed word and melody
Through sacred chants and fucked up trips
And now the word is on my lips
That when the worlds tear apart myself goes on and on and on
And when I follow my own heart we have a lovely sing-along
There is love beyond this one
Of which we only know the taste
And there is love in you, I think there’s love in me
But there’s so much space between
And in the love beyond this one
We will be seen as we are
Not our actions, not our words, and not our thoughts
But only as we are
This love has come to me
Through slight-of-hand and harmony
Through stolen lust and fucked up trips
And now the word is on my lips
That when the worlds tear apart myself goes on and on and on
And when I follow my own heart we have a lovely sing-along
There are worlds beyond this one
They touch me every single day
And if this foolish tongue could tell you of what has begun
I would gladly fade away
These worlds have come to me
Through printed word and melody
Through sacred chants and fucked up trips
And now the word is on my lips
That when the worlds tear apart myself goes on and on and on
And when I follow my own heart we have a lovely sing-along
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6. |
Old Magic
02:27
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The words don't come like they used to, I'm getting old
The sun don't hang in the sky like I'm used to it's getting cold
too clever by half, an ass on the whole
a head of regrets in the shape of a soul
If i had a choice, yeah I'd like my life back
this shit's a sitcom, I hate the laugh track
i’ve gotten way better at suffering fools
i feel at peace when i’m using my tools
chill in the air, i guess summer’s over
it’s time to get sober, it’s time to start over,
The words don't come like they used to, I lost the spark
The sun don't hang in the sky like I'm used to it's getting dark
old magic, beautiful and tragic
watchin her conjure something fantastic
oof i’m glad that’s out of my system
that way lies madness, i’ve had some symptoms
whole damn thing was poorly conceived
and now that it’s over i laugh with relief
old magic, beautiful and tragic
watchin her conjure something fantastic
The words don't come like they used to, I'm getting old
The sun don't hang in the sky like I'm used to it's getting cold
The words don't come like they used to, I lost the spark
The sun don't hang in the sky like I'm used to it's getting dark
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Jay Ackley Brooklyn, New York
Minnesotan in Brooklyn by way of London; having a sing-song through the dystopia.
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