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time famine
03:01
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So many choices, so little time
Only one moment to make it mine
What the right thing
What's the wrong thing to do
With it anyway?
So throw me the keys and knock it off
So I can let time out of its box
That's the right thing
Not the wrong thing to do
Can you slow it to a speed that I'd prefer
And bring the present back to me?
I'm just a section of my extra dimensional timeworm
Who's feeling famished and
Feeling famished and fatigued
So many choices, so little time
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jack of all trades
03:19
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The hardest days
Oh they're all the same
When all the weight's on you
Take the blame
For all the pain
That you hide away
When all the weight's on you
Play the game
Play the game
The point couldn't be more
Clear to me
We're all a pair of eyes for
Life to see
Your life which couldn't be less
Obviously
Self-contained if
We all could see
The point which couldn't be less
Clear to me
Life is all, I guess
To be
The hardest days
Oh they come in waves
When all the weight's on you
Tell your loved ones
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pain in my side
05:39
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What is one in a million
When a million is one?
Symbiosis of body
Won't retrieve me the sun
From its current position
In space and time
Makes me feel small
Like I might wanna die
A pain in my side
Oh there it goes again
Never come back around for more
Is a crisis unwanted
From the pain you've been sent?
For our lives we give ages
As we make our descent
Funny enough I'm still playing
The same old games
But they look a bit different
And I give them new names
I don’t wanna die
A pain in my side
Oh there it goes again
Never come back around for more
‘Cause I’m an aside
A wave in the tide
Oh there it goes again
Ever come back around for more?
If I've kept you past closing
Take along with you this
You're a blip in the cosmos
Do you even exist?
Don't your current position
In space and time
Make you feel small?
No I don’t wanna die
A pain in my side
Oh there it goes again
Never come back around for more
‘Cause I’m an aside
A wave in the tide
Oh there it goes again
Ever come back around for more?
Oh it could be gone
With the weight of the sun
She loves us from afar
Thank God or make believe
And peace
'Cause you're an aside
A wave in the tide
Oh there you go again
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4. |
BIDIWTCAP
06:16
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Before I die
I want to conquer all planet
Before this crust
She succumbs to panic
But I don't think that I
Would make a good ruler
‘Cause people trust
Someone who never knew her
How could we forget us is we
When possibly it's you?
We say
To ourselves
Is this too much
Or am I approaching not enough?
It figures
Truth is the feeling of
Oh what is truth but glory and despair
How could we forget us is we
When possibly it's you?
We say
To ourselves
How could we forget us is we
When possibly it's you?
It says
To itself
Singing…
When did we forget us was we
While masterfully we flew
Through space
On fire?
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J. I. Gassen Spokane, Washington
Introspective and raw, ruminative and whimsical, J. I. Gassen is a multi-instrumentalist creating music as a means of processing emotion in uncertain times. He takes a thoughtful approach to the bedroom indie and psychedelic pop genres — writing, engineering, and producing his music. ... more
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