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Burdens of Being a Person

by Viewfinder

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1.
Take Me Away 00:57
Take me away from these Angel-less places And put them inside of their Tangled-up faces I don't have a clue what I'm Doing right now But the memory will follow me Always around Just put me inside of a Stone covered box And give me some more of those Alphabet blocks I'll be fine here forever if you Let me exist But don't take them away or I'll Break both my fists
2.
Inside the incisions I see the inscriptions Of science fictions and fame But bright flashing colors Are simply the stutters Of dark and dangerous times The blossoming burdens of Being a person Insist on persisting to be And bright forest fires That burn ever higher Enlist and exist inside me But I can see a reflection inside Inside of the sky It's crying and trying to fly The big institutions Of old ancient ruins Are filled with confusion and pain The balance is broken It's stalling the motion Inside of the ocean's terrain But sometimes a feeling Can seem so appealing And sink through the ceiling and sigh But now that you're nothing It's crushing and cutting The structures that made up your mind But I can see a solution inside Inside of the sky, where we are Crying and trying to die
3.
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4.
Illusion 03:05
If I cannot find an answer before my breathing ends Then I will not come up for air, our destiny depends On what is coming through, structured and absurd It’s all going through me to me, everything I think is sinking Into the air Write these words inside my head and see what climbs outside It’s an illusion of the dream that we are all living inside It’s all an allusion to a world that grows radios in its eyes It’s all becoming tangled tastes of which my tongue can’t recognize Limited and dimly flashing all its colors all inside me all surprising And they are all gone so soon Too soon So many bookshelves lining up side by side they stand as one All the pages merely made out of the same 26 letters And they all sound unique and they all show mystique And they all make me feel better
5.
Song for Liz 01:54
Alone again inside a storm Of stupid thoughts and savage thorns That sting inside your teary eyes And break the view of starry skies That shower down upon your head Winter comes when the summer sun is dead Oh, the emptiness of artichokes Bodies made from frilly folks Have left you standing on the street Internal wars that can’t be beat Intentions of a greater past Sing through swings and frolic through the grass And though the liar left her lights off In the living room to show she isn’t home You’ll never be abandoned by The ones who know what it’s like to be alone Oh, listen to the words I say Through saddened eyes on Saturdays The autumn leaves are falling down And soon they’ll learn to leave this town So don’t believe the things you say I know you know you’ll find a friend someday Oh and the carnivals are spinning still Carousels and wedding bells And sirens sounding the the night They all awake the morning light So think the thoughts of green not gray The darkness dies at the dawn of every day And though the liar left her life inside The garden full of grass all overgrown You'll never be abandoned by The ones who know what it’s like to be alone
6.
Summer has sold its soul to satan it seems Leaves are collecting inside of the rivers and streams Blocking off the progression of the currents to the sea Suspending their movements indefinitely And in coming December all the oceans will freeze Giving our time here irrelevancy Wandering cold lonely walks through a winter wasteland Wishing the seasons would stop playing games that I don’t understand Staring at the reflection of a silent century Looking intently intentionally But it’s just a refraction from a flood of memories Being blown back by the cold bitter breeze And I feel like a record’s repeating final groove Looping in time 'till the needle’s removed Repeating the names of everyone I knew Before the darkness burned though
7.
Emily 03:28
Emily, you see, you're a vast gallimaufry An entrance to an exit filled with slight uncertainty Like my mind’s terrain made of mountains of disdain Like a burning mound all falling down and founding fiery pain You pace your parent’s place and make your lakes of paper snowflakes Surrounded by your childhood but don’t feel like a child would anymore Emily, you see, all this strange monotony A parametric district with your sorry symphony You make yourself seem right, but the truth is you feel fright From the ever turning torture chamber keeping you up at night The cardboard boxes burning and the chimney full of flames Are crying in their armor, justifying ancient claims And when the boy you loved turns to silence and decay You let your own emotions lead your strangled soul astray Oh what’s the use in even trying? There’s no one here to hold you When you’re panicking and crying The colors that you once believed Are fading into dark Never again to be perceived And that’s the end of this This is the end of that The miracles above never existed to begin with Still you shouldn’t listen To the nonexistent children As they're bracing for collision With an imprecise suspicion of deceit A memory can never last beyond when you care Then when you try to get it back you reach but nothing’s there Reaching for the stars will only lead to empty hands So feel the ground below and know you are nothing but sand Nothing but sand
8.
In a memory it’s nothing to me But still everything you swing and you sing Inside of my mind the twine still unwinds And seeps out the sides and out of my eyes I hold both my hands turn pearls into sand An oyster at sea is the inverse of me Your frame’s full of fear your eyes can’t see clear But I couldn’t care say what you need to hear from me Alarms sound outside the prison surprise The furnace has failed the guards have been jailed Your sweet mystery’s cold transparency It seems so opaque the tree branches break Inside of your heart a dungeon so dark Can only be seen inside of a dream So hold out your hand pretend to be sand And see what I’ll do see if I adhere to you Your lungs will exhale your feet never fail But no one can love a devilish dove So if I come back I’ll dress all in black And gaze at the ground and hear silent sounds And the counsel agrees the breeze shouldn’t freeze Until the ropes break and tree branches swing and shake
9.
... 00:10
10.
Every Day 02:03
Alone inside of my internal singalong A seed that's sown inside a secret holding on To icicles that fall into the drain And flow in circles when the ice melts into rain Every day, every day Show me your parade Everyday in every way Let the people play every day A single solo chorus goes and plays into the wall A feather folded into pockets that you draw My inner thoughts are walking in the dark Into the marking call of fifty fallen parks Every day, every day We will be okay Every day, every day Never go away Every day, every day I have no more proper ways To explain what is happening in my brain Forced to feel It isn't real What am I doing? I'll run away, just not today This is what I say every day, every day I never get my way every day Every single single day
11.
Untitled 01:45
Don't you believe That I tried to leave I walked through the door But I fell through the floor And when I came back The sky had turned black And I could not see Where I should be
12.
No one stays themselves forever Everyone adheres To written regulations Beaten down throughout the years Children's old ambitions go Their concrete feathers fall Adult inhibition shows Conversely staged through all We have no explanation or Defense to justify The common condemnation of The stars within the sky The only people brave enough To break and be unique Are eating in the alleyways and And sleeping in the streets The world Is all unfurled There's nothing left to open Theres no treasure chests or pearls Just pain and execution caught Inside an empty dream The fallacies of fantasies Are never as they seem The rain it pours on city streets And clouds corrupt the sky Your dreary coalition grows Until the day you die The madness and the mayhem of These repellant routines Miracles are misconstrued Though pretty and pristine Ignored and shared to no one they are Killed and thrown away No one says a word they just Continue on their way Angels grace the forests and They soar and seek to save But cowardly we cut them down And send them to their grave The world Is all unfurled There's nothing left to open Theres no treasure chests or pearls Just carnage and corrosion caught Inside an empty dream The fallacies of fantasies Are never as they seem The tallest buildings seem to scrape The ceiling of the sky But when the fall they devastate The ground on which they lie (And desecrate and die) And prisoners of stark emotions Wander through the earth Fragile from constant stress Of wondering their worth And thousands upon thousands walk Along the barren street Only always occupy Derision and deceit They pray their empty promises And sing their silent songs Searching for some sacred place To believe they belong Synthetic aberrations coat The faces of meek Pretending to be different At the end of every week Chemicals consumed to show The beauty of the brain Are purely a preservative Unnaturally insane And currency is all we see We watch it multiply Catch it in your clothing when it's Raining from the sky Countless correlations between Greed and green and sin Masking the intentions of Of the whispers from within The world Is all unfurled There's nothing left to open Theres no treasure chests or pearls Just silence and seclusion caught Inside an empty dream The fallacies of fantasies Are never as they seem I said the world Is all unfurled There's nothing left to open Theres no treasure chests or pearls Just pain and execution caught Inside an empty dream The fallacies of fantasies Are never ever seen
13.
Oh selfish saint How long did he wait To tear apart innocence? Pure as they come Bright as the sun But you stared at the mirror too long Shining blue eyes Grey as your skies Now they see nothing Where’d you leave your soul? You gave away your whole And now you are nothing to hold The moonlight blames the Earth For waning half its worth But punish who you want here You don’t thank a thirsty tree For soaking half the sea Frankly it’s just not fair Corroding copper dreams Combusting flames of green Still look so pretty But now what lies within Beneath the fragile skin Persuaded to believe him Each night Your mother’s spirit cries A solemn lullaby And looks tearfully upon you Sorry for the slight I never looked below the light To see the oil empty The sunlight turns its head From the shadows in your bed Naked and disgraceful So if you don’t return When your blood begins to burn Just know that we’ll all miss you
14.
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15.
Sister you sat in your daydream Coated our castles in kerosine And whispered alive in these walls And you imagined a false friend Dealing with death in the day's end Then through the fire he falls And oh you don't know what you know when fire sweeps the shore Oh you have to hurt to hate through all that you implore And when the sirens expanded It seemed your wish had been granted And sister smothered the sun But you are only what you are Never soared in a sorry star You were awoke when I won And oh wage all the wars of which I never could endure Oh I have to know what I have never known before And sing our final song Titled "How Could I Be Wrong?"

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A collection of songs that could potentially be good if not created entirely by me.

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released April 4, 2016

Brad Merrell - guitar, vocals, melodica, piano, singing saw, electric guitar, ukulele, stylophone, drums, tambourine, toy accordion, wooden frog, knocking on table

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