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All A Loan
03:53
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Tell me, if the music stopped playing would you keep on dancing in the silence?
And tell me, if the lights went out, would you still be afraid of casting shadow?
Never claim that you were robbed of what you thought was yours,
Nothing is safe from the hands of time, it doesn't matter if you lock your doors.
Oh, it's all a loan, so cherish what you've got,
Yeah, you know that nothings owned,
Though it seems like we've forgot, yes it seems like we've forgot.
Tell me, if the people stopped caring would you keep on sharing your creations?
And tell me, if you knew you were dreaming would you keep on screaming at the monsters?
You can try to sweep the scattered sand from the hourglass you shattered,
You can try to melt every clock in sight as if you get a say in the matter.
Oh, it's all a loan, so cherish what you've got,
Yeah, you know that nothings owned,
Though it seems like we've forgot, yes it seems like we've forgot.
Well you can stuff your face with collagen injections,
You can search for blunders just to make corrections,
But it's frivolous to raise your objections, time spares nothing,
And we are no exception!
No we're not!
Oh, it's all a loan, so cherish what you've got,
Yeah, you know that nothings owned,
Though it seems like we've forgot, yes it seems like we've forgot.
Oh it seems like we've forgot, yes it seems like we've forgot.
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Hourglass
02:55
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Midnight, then one o’clock, then two.
Clockwise, the hands tick, past you.
Hoping you’ll finish by ten.
Missing that deadline again.
Got to let the hourglass do what it does best.
Wrinkles, and crows feet, and gray.
March time, then April, then May.
Hoping you’d finish by Fall,
Feel you’ve run into a wall.
Got to let the hourglass do what it does best.
Always passing,
Slow amassing,
Grains of sand that gather at the bottom of the glass.
Always fleeting,
Never repeating,
Straight through from the day you start until the day you pass.
(Straight through from the day you start until the day you pass).
Bright red, then dull green, then blue.
Interest, compounding, past you.
Wonder the when and the how,
Hoping you’ll reap what you sow,
Best to let the hourglass do what it does best.
Always passing,
Slow amassing,
Grains of sand that patter at the bottom of the glass.
Always fleeting,
Never repeating,
Straight through from the day you start until the day you pass.
(Always fleeting,
Never repeating)
(Straight through from the day you start until the day you pass).
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Feel You Lost A War
02:01
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Sun shines in through window panes,
(The hours seem to pass you by)
Sets before you once again,
(The hours seem to pass you by)
Blink your eyes, it’s been an hour,
(Don’t know why you even try)
Wish that just for once you left the house when you knew that the trains would take longer than you anticipated they would take.
Chronic lateness seems so certain
(The hours seem to pass you by)
“Early” is an iron curtain
(The hours seem to pass you by)
Calendar all marked in red
(Don’t know why you even try)
When did every social interaction turn into another opportunity for you to feel you lost a war?
When did every social interaction turn into another opportunity for you to feel you lost a war?
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Hindsight
04:14
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I watched you emerge from the spectral lagoon,
And gouge out your heart with a smirk.
The digitless hand would scarcely come full circle,
'fore the red eye on horizon would lurk.
The blistered dementia of your logic would sear, through the foundations of many a mind.
Your coveted presence would endear them all,
Seen only as a virus in hindsight.
I followed the trail of broken promises,
That you'd left plain in your wake.
I watched you trip and fall, as you started to crumble,
Like a glistering top-heavy cake.
And they picked you apart, in a spectacle,
That would leave us all aghast.
As their gnarled truths and triggered sentences,
Were as conniving as they would be fast.
And the lies were laid down bare,
For the subjugators all to see,
The only thing left for you to lose
Is me.
The eyes that had charmed the most skeptic of minds,
Were hollow and void of disdain.
They turned now to me, fighting hard for the tears,
To mingle with the torrential rain.
And your words rang true, there's a first time for all,
And for all there was a first time for you.
But the time wasn't yours, and I've none in reserve,
To clean the rusty red from the black and the blue.
And the lies were laid down bare,
For the subjugators all to see,
The only thing left for you to lose is me,
The only thing left for you to lose is me.
And the lies were laid down bare,
For the common people all to see,
The only thing left for you to lose
Is me.
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Blue Spruce New York, New York
We are an indie alternative rock band based out of New York City that is passionate about making innovative music, videos,
and making a positive change in the world through what we create.
Our lyrical themes are fresh and exciting, while our music is catchy and ambitious while remaining accessible and interesting to both the casual listener and the more seasoned musician.
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