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Lyrics: Phosphenes

All That Is Solid - It’s all I see, there’s nothing new today / quite the show you’ve got on display / newest trend, I’ll ask you to defend / can’t say when it all came to an end / funny how I thought it was the same page / contempt, shame, I guess it comes with age / tell me, please, is there nothing in between? / say it, please, am I really in this scene? / Hey! What will people say?  Tell them that it’s a show / come on now, just be brave / gone are the days of old / Hey! Is this a joke? / don’t change what you wrote / the masses need to know / gone are the days of old.

Bananamite -
Another night in some stupid house with “everyone” there / returning each and every look with just a blank stare / without a moment’s notice, you said you were out of here / you can ill-afford to find any meaning here / standing in one place, quiet, you were self-aware / some enlightened sense of everything I wish you’d shared / swollen heart, head, and lungs, but my hands felt small / begging for my hands to move, my mouth had hit the wall / everything and nothing changes now / I’m not saying that I need resolution but / I just can’t accept a simple solution / thanks to these typical functions, cause I saw it coming / left to my own devices, right then I saw you running / hollow horses, fallen soldiers now fill my every dream / guess I like repetition, or so it seems / gave light to some dark rooms, made empty beds / I’m finding new ways to justify the things I did / everything and nothing changes now / I’m getting better and better, yes, all the time / I think I’m better and better, yes, all the time.

A Modern Life -
Take flight now / new context in sight / celebrate none / nothing’s ever won / six long years and / I am still here / nothing’s ever done, no / not like when you’re young / modern life to some / an ordinary one / nothing from the start / just a lack of heart / welcomed like a son / I followed everyone / disappointing some / I can only run from it / carry on now / carry on until we’re gone / reflected on the how / perspective needed now / welcomed like a son / I will follow anyone / one more year and / I will only run from it.

Непобедимый (Invincible) - We are phosphenes / at night you will only see / we are moving / with all the air we see / we are phosphenes / at night you will only see / we bring a new life / that dark doesn’t always bring.

Go Where Airplanes Go - Just a few days ago / taste all but gone / begging for more sleep / days are too long / go where airplanes go / see what no one knows / I wonder if I can find it again / walking in my sleep / do you hear that sound? / another step, our feet won’t touch the ground / go where airplanes go / with thoughts of you in tow / not caring where I’ve been / don’t want this to end / static lungs, a thumping in my wrist, but this is sometimes the way I remember it and everything / would you come outside, or will you listen? / I’d say this every night if you would listen / but these are only words, don’t do justice / gratitude is just a word, you cannot hear it / can I leave my bed, I won’t miss it / can I just go to sleep, I will not miss it.

The Last Starfighter - Things aren’t what they seem, soon you’ll see / difficult to see the forest through all those trees / patterns will remain, they are heard and seen / difficult to see the forest or even leaves / templates were the basis, they mean nothing / just a pissing contest, now that’s something / we are carbon copies, times infinity / pimp the method to a T, but where are we? / cheers to our success, but where’s our culture? / stormed onto this scene like we’re vultures / this comes as no surprise / I am not listening / speaking like a scholar, your words / are spilling out from a can / hear no more, see no more, walk no more, talk no more / did you get it all, see it all? / speak no more, I will speak no more.

Letter of a General - Can I say that you look pretty in your straight jacket, yellow hair, and those fire red eyes / I’m trying to say that I think you’re crazy / and clearly I’ve had difficulty meaning what I’ve said / what did I say, I was just a phase, a place I’ve been when apparently I was feeling nothing / what can I say, we’ve just scratched the surface of this mess, this mess that I have made / this is a letter of a general, this is all I can remember / I know I said I did it better / feel some need to defend her / I’m done shouting from the basement / moving forward on the pavement / hear me holler at the moon, hear me croon / shut your mouth, it’s your open wound.







Lyrics: Methods

There Is No Translation
- Hell-bent on making some sense / leaning on your ear until then / forget the words just picture this hand / for these words won't translate / arrogance in apathy / apathetic heart leads poor hands / fickle hands lead to bad ends / i just think it translates / show me some different fate / it just doesn’t translate / maybe it’s life in this town.

Sirens - Battle wounds, we are attention whores / we are loaded, you’re not interested / ocean grips me in a tight-lipped motion / I ’m always in too deep / sunbathed soldier on a wounded border / brother in the first degree / sirens sing of our growing rapture / what did you expect from me? / so steady goes my long walk home / and am I always so obvious? / those kids said we are a theatrical mess / and I guess the joke’s on us / where are these so-called men of action / worn out, they’re now benevolent / they speak and we have no reaction / it’s like their word is our impediment / are you happy with our newfound theater?

Space Anthem - Ready-made trees, fake leaves, surround this house of mine / but a house without windows can’t be good for anyone / the sound of my stereo seems louder all the time / my ears bleed and feed on the sound of a new whistle chime / dictator turned native son, I have been labeled once / but a show for show’s sake, can’t be good for anyone / ready-made trees, fake leaves surround this house of mine / but a house without windows can’t be good all the time / ready-made trees, fake leaves surround this house of mine / this space anthem is based on some non-sensical lie / dictator turned native son, I have been labeled once / you asked what I am thinking / well, I have never been so blunt.

























 
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