It's no longer a blue world, Max. Where could we go?
I came all this way
All the way from outer space
Crashed my car into the lake
I haven't got my license yet
Probly won't at this rate
Don't know the laws in this new state
The gravity, the volume, the stuff displaced
But I swear, I'll do my best
I don't mind being from out of time
And outta space
I'll find a home in this place
With just a simple plot
Located in the woulds and coulds you've got
We'll grow a tender tree
Reach it out to all its pedigree
Had a dream that my time machine was broke
Flying saucers and sounds they'd call a hoax
How my hair was a mess when I awoke
A pulse, a push, outside my window
These grains of sand in hand
I let them go
Lend your ear
Help me out cuz I'm new here
But you're what's new to me, see
I'm the oldest that I've ever been
I'm glad to be back here
This happens every thirty years
But I still look the way
That I did all those yesterdays
My parents used to take me
To the suburbs of the city just to
Visit and be cheery for
My grandpa's blue condition
When I turned around from counting down
He wasn't gone or hiding, he was
Standing with an old guitar
Whose strings began to vibrate
When I felt that kind of kindling
Like an inkling of Atlantis
It was like the cold dispersing
Churning out a curving canvas
And the blue from in my grandpa's eyes
We're not so different, you and I
And when the seasons twist and change
We'll meet again outside of time
Out in the cold, we were listening for
The east, the south, and north
Out in the cold, we were listing toward
The wind that drives our course
Tell everyone, tell everyone to hold the line
Tell everyone, tell everyone to get behind me now
Facing the void, now I know I'm one
A foot in each ocean, take a swing at the sun
I am feeling something that cannot be described
I am feeling something just outside of alive
Running for the hills and for the height I require
Sending up a smoke cuz I can't start a fire
Why my mind would waste my time and forge memory
Is totally beyond between and because of me
Empty empty empty empty subterranean streets
Now I've found the pieces to assemble the dream
New frost, the screen begins to shift
You lost my fingers in your grip
Now the sky seems tumble and break
The walls, they fall and bruise
How my tongue caught a cold ashen flake
I taste all the colors diffuse, and fade to white
Energy, amnesty, empathy, faculty, remedy
Rooted in the ground
Heavenly, helplessly, endlessly, honestly, splendidly
Growing up and down
220, 440, 880, 1760 times around
Fantasy, family, rhapsody, destiny, legacy
See me through the sound
(Welcome back to town)
All the way from outer space
Crashed my car into the lake
I haven't got my license yet
Probly won't at this rate
Don't know the laws in this new state
The gravity, the volume, the stuff displaced
But I swear, I'll do my best
I don't mind being from out of time
And outta space
I'll find a home in this place
With just a simple plot
Located in the woulds and coulds you've got
We'll grow a tender tree
Reach it out to all its pedigree
Had a dream that my time machine was broke
Flying saucers and sounds they'd call a hoax
How my hair was a mess when I awoke
A pulse, a push, outside my window
These grains of sand in hand
I let them go
Lend your ear
Help me out cuz I'm new here
But you're what's new to me, see
I'm the oldest that I've ever been
I'm glad to be back here
This happens every thirty years
But I still look the way
That I did all those yesterdays
My parents used to take me
To the suburbs of the city just to
Visit and be cheery for
My grandpa's blue condition
When I turned around from counting down
He wasn't gone or hiding, he was
Standing with an old guitar
Whose strings began to vibrate
When I felt that kind of kindling
Like an inkling of Atlantis
It was like the cold dispersing
Churning out a curving canvas
And the blue from in my grandpa's eyes
We're not so different, you and I
And when the seasons twist and change
We'll meet again outside of time
Out in the cold, we were listening for
The east, the south, and north
Out in the cold, we were listing toward
The wind that drives our course
Tell everyone, tell everyone to hold the line
Tell everyone, tell everyone to get behind me now
Facing the void, now I know I'm one
A foot in each ocean, take a swing at the sun
I am feeling something that cannot be described
I am feeling something just outside of alive
Running for the hills and for the height I require
Sending up a smoke cuz I can't start a fire
Why my mind would waste my time and forge memory
Is totally beyond between and because of me
Empty empty empty empty subterranean streets
Now I've found the pieces to assemble the dream
New frost, the screen begins to shift
You lost my fingers in your grip
Now the sky seems tumble and break
The walls, they fall and bruise
How my tongue caught a cold ashen flake
I taste all the colors diffuse, and fade to white
Energy, amnesty, empathy, faculty, remedy
Rooted in the ground
Heavenly, helplessly, endlessly, honestly, splendidly
Growing up and down
220, 440, 880, 1760 times around
Fantasy, family, rhapsody, destiny, legacy
See me through the sound
(Welcome back to town)
Credits
Writer(s): Reid Libby
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Other Album Tracks
- It's no longer a blue world, Max. Where could we go?
- What they saw, rubbing off the skin-- Was it just a trick of the light?
- I Think All of Life's Problems Ought To Be Solved With Simple Homilies, Don't You?
- Is Mayonnaise an Instrument?
- How Could Anything Compare To This?
- Do You Think We'd Be Friends If We Weren't, Like, Stuck Together In the Same Town?
- How Then Could a Maiden So Fair Be Ashamed of a Man Like Me?
- And Gummy Joe, where would you be without the dental plan?
- Are You Suggesting Coconuts Migrate?
- Yet how much really could you owe other people? Was it endless?
Altri album
- A Is For Ella
- How then could a maiden so fair be ashamed of a man like me?
- Do you think we'd be friends if we weren't, like, stuck together in the same town?
- I think all of life's problems ought to be solved with simple homilies, don't you?
- Selected Eclectic - EP
- Night in the Fishbowl: Selected Instrumentals
- Fishbowl
- E3[®Δ]8!?@)-.
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