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Alight
05:35
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Darkness falls, over my eyes
Tunnels appear, echo my cries
Been here before, know I’ll be back
Speak to myself, (just) follow the track
Feeling my way, panic attack
Why this again, amnesiac
Turn to my left, turn to my right
Ring in my ear, hopeless for hindsight
I’m on a Mobius journey
One station, (n)ever returning
How can I take the right line
In my dream I alight all the time
Lightening now, less is at stake
How many trips am I gonna take?
I can see now, starting to rise
Finish the ride (on) my ego’s disguise
I’m on a Mobius journey
One station, (n)ever returning
How can I take the right line
In my dream I alight all the time
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Boyle Hall
05:05
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This is the place where memory makes
A certain wonder that can’t be faked
Should I hold on or should I let go
Of this space
434 lift grate
Stone staircase, renovate
To young eyes, ornate
Wait
Double height gym space
Microfilm frame race
After hours disgrace
Chase
This is the place where memory makes
A certain wonder that can’t be faked
Should I hold on or should I let go
Of this space
Red eyeball lightswitch
Partition wall ditch
Can we go sales pitch
Bewitch
Dime coffee break run
Wumpus modem phone fun
Stated Clerk hired gun
Well done
This is the place where memory makes
A certain wonder that can’t be faked
Should I hold on or should I let go
Of this space
Typewriter musings
Classroom door cruisings
Assistant room schmoozings
Moving
Office door drop by
I came by to say hi
Young thoughts to speechify
Goodbye!
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Windowpane
03:53
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There's no way Terry's going in
There's no way she'll go out again
Although she tried
She can't leave the car
Watching the trees breathe and sob
Although we tried to help
We're stuck with her in the yard
In the yard
Yeah, we thought she'd be straight by now
Yeah, we thought we'd get home somehow
Out all night
We've been at the park
High as kites on windowpane
We've been out all night
Playing on the swings and monkey bars
Monkey bars
We were on the seesaw
Heavens open wide
Feeling the stars pitch and roll
Then something flipped inside of her
She began to cry
And said, "I've lost my soul..."
Her mom and dad would be so very mad
Her mom and dad would be so very sad
She was the child
They trusted to do right
Class president and all that jazz
Yes, she was a child
But maybe she saw that black is white
Black is white
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The Galvanics blend classic- and grunge-era guitar rock, with a touch of prog and psychedelia.
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