1. |
Send (all)
03:36
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Chop it up
Let it rupture as it unfolds before you
And it fades in transmission,
gets lost in the diction of your cranium
But every puzzle piece
And the thought police
Make it dissipate
It’s so congregated,
it’s scattered and dilated in it’s
Euphoria
But how, how does it fit together?
So float the currents of yesteryear
And take it back in a sepia shear
Take a look at the saturated sky
And unwind in this sensory prize
(Voice of memory: Courtesy of MC Dopenicity)
And how? How does it fit together?
So ride the currents of yesteryear
Take it in back in a sepia shear
And just gaze to thickening fog
And piece it all back, from what still haunts
And as it comes to cloud your mind
To steal you away, from your reason and rhyme
Distorting the now, away from this strive
To unwind in your sensory prize
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2. |
Random Access (many)
02:45
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And so we write it, all
And please don’t fight it, now
Because you never really know
Until it’s all gone
And you never really know
As it all unfolds in
Your mind
That endless mental space
Taking scenes
And distorting every shape
With such basic things
Like the teenaged angst
Or the enlightenment
Of the college days
So many sleepless nights
Wondering how you arrived
And dreading the simple ties
Of this rapid life
Well it’s in your head
The dark mental cave
Taking moments you want to relive
But they’re gone, they’re just a print
A shadow box of what you’ve left
What all you’ve left
To use as flint
Sequential screenings
That capture meanings
Of instances we lived in
Sequential storing
In constant hoarding
Randomly recalling the shadows
Yourself, in fragments
The story’s told back how you want it
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3. |
Selective (some)
02:37
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In this machine age we dream in machine dreams
With our hearts on fire from every single scene
And we only like what we follow and share
To encapsulate our lives in a distorted size
Create your image through a narrow lens
Make it just how you want to be seen
But only show the sides of yourself that will
Fit on a tiny screen
And to escape
Through a crate
Such a skin deep
Inflection
With the addiction
To the frictions
Of the mother gate
So make your selections now
To Scroll and zoom in every direction
With it all at your fingertips
Placing filters and tags to stew
Reactions for a greater fix
But is it really connecting?
And to escape
Through a crate
And a skin deep
Collection
An addiction
From the frictions
Of the mother gate
So make your selections now
(But these generational crates
They document our lives from youth
I’m mean you’ve got everything on there
Prom, college, random adventures
It makes it feel like it was yesterday it crazy)
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4. |
Collective (certain)
03:16
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Dreaming of gold
Reelin’ the old
Looking back makes you
Feel young again
Spanning your stride
Across a sentimental view
Collecting
All the residue
To brew
And queue to revel
A return
From your
Constant yearn
For more
So you dream of gold
And breaking the mold
Old sides don’t let you
Unfold to every trite
But except you
Go on and write
And ride
Through this machine age
With a larger stage
Well you’re firing back on cue
With your grips in tune
And in this erratic page
You’re making a coveted cage
And you’re taking the bytes
Out every single site
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5. |
False (several)
04:49
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To be transported back
On Back into
That sanctuary
From the youthful plights
And to periodically visit
Every now and again
Some nights while I lay
As stage four brings me home
Or at least to what once was
Filling up the walls with all thine fears
How many years was that now?
I’ve lost count, I’m left with doubt
Back to the house
Back in the basement
With furry faces and a scent of comfort
Again and again I return
And as I lay there
Well I am transported
With the vivid images flashing like a marquee
So many nights spent pondering
Filling up the walls with all thine fears
Well how many years was that now?
And as I’m holding on dearly
I’m attempting to break the maximum
And I’m digging up old bones
Each night as I toss and turn
And I’m casting all my stones
On the lake in which I’ve tried to sink
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6. |
Prehensile (fleeting)
03:34
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When you catch that feeling
That you can’t ignore
Your brain starts writing
Everything anew
And you try to make sense of it
In a constant feed
A stream of information
Caught within the now of
You
And your fractured psyche
Well it’s tough to exhume
What you’ve left entombed
And what does it mean?
It’s bursting at the seams
And it’s tough to relate
In those instances you dictated in
the passing tines
Unwinding every side
Of you
And your fractured psyche
And it’s the little moments that are
So frightening
In tales of all
that you’re writing
It’s you’re legend
Composed as you’re watching
Yourself
And fractured psyche
But it’s the little moments
That are so frightening
Well it’s tough to exhume
Every single little looming
Clout that’s thrust
Upon me in the dust
And it’s tough to elate
When all starts to change
As slips through your hands
It’s the just wind and the sands
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7. |
Read (then)
00:58
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8. |
Sloane Square (9)
03:34
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Quietly arriving
On a 9am touchdown
And I dreamed of being here
But still I don’t believe it’s around
And I’ve been here twice before
Even though I was younger
And I know it well, that sound of the bell
Up in the old gothic clock tower
But I’ve
Found it now
And I’ve
Come back around
But on the circle line each coach is so old
So catch a cab, off west to Heathrow
Go for tea and a square shortbread
Then go for pint, and never go to bed
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9. |
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To cross the line
On the day before
Feeling estranged
On down to the core
So run, rabbit run
Take off on the marathon guns
And run rabbit run
To where you stay
It towers above
The sensory glove
Holding me inside by stalling
Through routine
The one two punch, 30 seconds apart
Confusion starts in a rapid pace
Phone lines jammed, nobody can reach
I’m isolated
Sirens glare and the blades ring out
The city panics, and it shuts on down
I’m stuck just sitting and thinking
“How close did I come?”
And it towers down
The gravity of the sound
Quick moments fire on by
In a flash
And this famous town
They tried to bound
With pressure cookers
Shattering the glass of Boylston street
So run, rabbit run
Take off from the marathon bombs
And run, rabbit run
Away
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10. |
Glasgow (13)
03:30
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Take all your energy
And rearrange
(You can’t destroy, nor create it,
just merely re-arrange it)
Take your suffering
And your pain
(That never goes away, box it up)
In everything...
And in everything...
Watch the sun frame in its golden glow
Watch it set in everything bestowed
In the summer it only, it only goes so low
High at 9 and at midnight there's a sliver still shown
In everything...
And in everything...
Watching the grid slowly fade away
As it's gone and it's never the same
To get lost, on your way back home
Inside a box as surely you didn't drone
Under the grey sky, and the many brownstones
I think of you my friend, here in Glasgow
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11. |
Sycarmore (14)
04:31
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Under the lights, atop the stairs
I turn around to greet you
And I receive
more than I expected
More than just a fair
Introduction
In just a second
I was never the same
And in that moment
We created fame
Well Hey there
I’ve seen you before somewhere
Around
And was it a dream?
Well I can’t quite place it right now
And as the gentle storm grows
I have changed
Under the stars, around the back
We sit at the fire
Telling our tales
More than anecdotal
As we’re getting to know
As we form
our connection
Something that we can’t let go
As it grows deeper
From beneath the navel
Into the soul
And in a few hours
I am not the same
And on that night
We set the stage
Well hey there
I’ve seen you around somewhere
Before
And Was it a dream?
It feels so real to me
Now
And shall we turn
On into gold evermore
We find
That this is it
So long we waited
To conjoin
Like puzzle pieces
And as the gentile storm sets
Forever I am changed
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12. |
Coolidge Corner (14)
03:29
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Try to recall the colors of fall
The New England charm, in the urban sprawl
And try to forget all the feelings that
Have returned to haunt the soul
So come back ‘round from Packard’s Corner with a trampoline inside
Just take a stroll, in the cold and quiet Boston night
So turn the out lights to try to see the stars
Well they may seem large but they are so far
And repress your feelings with a shot in the toe
Then climb on up four flights in a solitary low
From around the bends Coolidge Corner
Well you’re, trying to resume
And those trains are just sardine cans, cause there’s only standing room
Well this was your east cost hipster fantasy
And this was your eminent espresso dream
So wave the hub goodbye
As you speed away on the pike
Come back in a while
To try and reconcile
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13. |
Write (now)
00:50
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14. |
Return (all)
03:42
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And as all things must go
Such the truth that we uphold
And we’re left in a scattered film
So dull grainy, yet we distill
So Come back from then and come back to now
Get on your knees and lightly kiss the ground
As every minute ticks are we still alive?
They come and go in a flash and we’re left to cry
As you realize that time only accelerates
And the way feel it changes with the coming of age
So come back from then and come back to now
Get on your knees a lightly kiss the ground
As we’re triggered by sensory moves
Creating notions that we imbue
But our memory is just a pool
That we try for an ocean into
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The Ursidae Colorado
The Ursidae is the indie rock project of Denver-based artist, songwriter, and producer Colin R. Farnsworth. The project
draws influence from all of the various styles of Colin's background ranging from classic and modern rock, to jazz, folk, and flamenco.
The songs are written to meditate on memories, places, people, and ideas in an effort to understand how they shape us into who we are.
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