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these are tools
03:14
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I remember,
I remember buying my first bass guitar.
I worked half a summer
minimum wage at an amusement park.
And that object
made of wood and metal,
has made my life
so much better.
It could get bent busted up or broken
it could get scratched or scuffed or stolen
and I wouldn't be bothered all that much.
It could get painted turned into art,
it could get scrapped and used for parts
but honest it breaks my heart
to let it gather dust.
So if you want to learn to play the bass
get in touch.
When I turned 16
my friend Benji sold me his bass
for 75 bucks
which my dad paid half of for my birthday.
it played smoother
sounded better
helped me to write some songs that my first bass never could've
it might be stupid
to feel nostalgic
for an inanimate object that I don't even play that much.
but if you want to learn to play the bass...
because this bass has become a symbol for something bigger than myself and I don't think it's so stupid to want to pass that on to somebody else.
these are tools for building bridges
not just the kind that go in songs.
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2. |
echoes
02:50
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She said I'll see you around,
I said I'll see you around.
Got in my car and heard John Diliberto say
"you've been listening to echoes"
it took a voice on the radio to tell me.
I don't miss you
when I don't see you,
but I pull that off with mental gymnastics.
I don't think about you in the present tense.
I know that's shitty but it's useful.
I can't feel everything all of the time.
I've been listening to echoes
I've been listening to echoes
it took John Diliberto to tell me
You've been living
I've been listening
to the you that's bouncing off of canyon walls.
do you think of me as an echo?
do you think of me at all?
I know it's shitty
wish it was different
wish i was different
I'll see you around.
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3. |
losing my shit
02:24
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This apology is coming way too late.
Took me 6 months just to see my own mistake.
Then a few more just to work up the nerve
to finally say these things to you.
I'm sorry for making you think you did something wrong.
I'm sorry for running into someone else's arms.
I'm sorry for losing my shit, pushing you away.
I'm sorry for expecting you to know just what to say,
When I'm losing my mind
when I'm losing my head
when I'm losing my shit
when I'm losing it.
I had to learn how to calm myself down,
and hammer thoughts into patterns that were less round.
I had to re-learn how to breath,
and accept the fact that you might not forgive me.
Every single time I lost my mind
I'd just swear up and down that I was fine
it got so easy to do that I
never thought it'd be so hard to lie to you.
to lie to you.
I'm sorry for making you think you did something wrong.
I'm sorry for expecting forgiveness just for writing this song
I'm sorry for losing my shit, pushing you away
I'm sorry for expecting you to have anything to say to me.
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4. |
strong
03:10
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On that night you broke your hand I drove you to the hospital so you wouldn't have to tell your aunt and your uncle what was wrong.
And I'm pretty sure the doctors thought I hit you and even though that wasn't true I still felt like an asshole.
Like an asshole.
I thought that you were so strong,
to go through all of that at 17.
But strength isn't what it take to put your hand through a wall,
strength is what it takes to stay calm.
And just cuz we were young doesn't mean everyone else was wrong.Strength is what it takes to satay calm.
When you were 19, you told me how you felt and we decided to break up and then I got drunk as hell.
Drunk as hell.
I thought that I was so strong.
I didn't cry not even once.
But strength isn't what it takes to do three shots without a chaser,
strength is what it takes to be honest.
And just cuz I didn't cry doesn't mean what i did was right.
I woke up hung over and still sad.
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5. |
mindful(l)
03:33
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Been running since
before I can remember
with a distinct sense
that nihilism was nipping at my heels.
I got it in my head
at some point early last year
far enough ahead
to let myself forget how it feels
to drive down a street and count every tree wondering which ones would be thick enough to kill me if I swerve my car slightly to the right.
I've been being mindful of keeping my mind full
no room for wandering thoughts
because the wandering ones are the ones that wonder "why?"
and I've been focusing majorly
on keeping this progression in a major key
because scary things are much less scary when you keep them light.
I tried not to whine
focused on being grateful
took the bread and the wine
and tried to live a life of self reflection.
Follow the road
my fathers followed before me
realized that i rode
on a giant wave of self deception.
My mood turned blue
with the changing of the seasons
autumn winds blew
and I made myself make myself a list of reasons
to go out in the world
I mean life is worth living for the people you love, right?
My head is a whirl
of faith and doubt in all of the above.
So I drive down a street and I wonder if we
need reasons not to crash into trees
and what good are reasons if I can't make myself believe?
I've been being mindful of keeping my mind full
no room for wandering thoughts
because the wandering ones are the ones that wonder "why?"
and I've been focusing majorly
on keeping this progression in a major key
because scary things are much less scary when you keep them light...
Right?
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6. |
my brain, your brain
04:17
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My brain is in my head
your brain is in your head
and in between there's bone and muscle and skin,
air, skin, muscle, and bone again.
So I resort
to science fiction, metaphors, and clumsy words
strewn on top of power chords
because these are the tools I've come to know.
These are the tools I've come to know.
I wish communication were clearer
so i could show you just what I mean.
Put a flashlight in one ear
and project my brain onto a screen.
You would see a sea foam green
off brand stratocaster that I bought on ebay.
In a feeble attempt to seem like an individual
I took myself apart ad spray painted my chest hot pink.
My strings go out of tune
with changes in the weather,
but I've got some friends and I'm grateful for them
cuz they'll take the time to set me right again.
I wish I had technology
so I could show you just what I mean
neurological USB to connect and replicate the state of my machine.
You would be a cymbal stand
bought off a guy on craigslist
with parts misplaced in a practice space
and replaced with a broken drum stick
You can hold a cymbal just fine,
You can hold a symbol just fine
You can hold a cymbal just fine
when I need some support and find myself short on dimes.
So we're doing our best
just to stay in tune
spending most of our time
in dark humid rooms.
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Big Adult Columbus, Ohio
Danny Lemmon, Mike Dawl, and Brent Lawson play bass, drums, and synthesizers together every week. They derive much pleasure from these interactions.
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