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Communication
02:59
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Communication
Brought you back from your expectation
That you
Wouldn't have to really change.
And this road you've stumbled
For so long now
Over your own doubts.
And I am tired of stalling.
Think it's time that
I made a path now.
And Lord, if it was made easy
I don't even think
That we would be here.
Like a butterfly at night
Colors hidden from your sight.
In the garden of your mind,
Will I still be left behind?
And the garden's still behind.
Is the garden still behind?
Is the garden still behind?
Is the garden still behind?
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Kicking the Abyss
05:26
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In a battle with my wits
I am young, I thought
It might come to this
Caught in my own abyss.
And all the secrets
We never share,
Can we even say
What's wrong, or is
Anything even amiss?
Is anything even amiss?
And whether it's right or wrong, I
Don't know what to tell you
Seem to know what to do
But don't want to follow through.
Believe in anything,
Even accidental nature of your
Own unsolved, unsure existence.
(Bob Ross)
Killing time,
Feeding my mind,
Longer nights.
Reddish eyes.
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Letter
02:57
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Wrote a letter with my life
Summed up inside
And all it said is "Hi."
Addressed to you but really to
Everyone I've ever met
And never met
I know that we could be friends
Could be friends.
"I meet an organism. I get to know it. And then it suddenly dies. And then, I get sad. Why does that happen?"
"Perhaps that just shows you humans have too much time on their hands. But still, having those feelings is also their greatest merit. To live with such room in their hearts! It is indeed a wonderful gift." -Parasyte: The Maxim, Episode 24
I've written you more than one letter now that I'll probably never send. I wrote them because I missed you, and I thought that maybe you were the person I was meant to spend my life with. And I was afraid of losing that chance. But now I think I better understand love, and the myth of it. The myth that you're only allowed to fully love one person. Loving you did help me understand how beautiful it is to love fully. But now that you have refused my request to be lovers again, I've been forced to face the fact, that love is bigger than you or me, or any two people. That love is out there, wherever people come to trust each other. And so I have the courage to rejoin the world, because that is where love is.
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Glad You're Here
03:26
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Mister stopped
Making sense
Didn't have
Consequences
For us kids, he said.
Just go out and love your friends.
I am done telling you what to do.
I am done making you do what I want to
He said
Hey!
Don't throw your life away!
You've got a lot of heart!
It's hidden in your brain!
Hey!
You've got a lot of brains!
You know you're really smart!
Don't ever be ashamed!
Never had
Too much time
Turned away those
Friends of mine.
In a sea of my own fear
I almost drowned.
Glad you're here.
Hey!
Don't throw your life away!
You've got a lot of heart!
It's hidden in your brain!
Hey!
You've got a lot of brains!
You know you're really smart!
Don't ever be ashamed!
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Cuz at this speed
You take your chances if you scrape your knees.
Living fast and
Dying's just another place you go
On this road, you'll never know.
You're falling fast.
Which way is up, it doesn't matter at last.
Just relative
To where you start and
You end up where you never thought.
I am my own friends now.
(Who are you?)
I am my own friends now.
(You are real.)
I don't care. It's just bullshit, man.
(Who are you?)
I'll write it down if I can.
(You are real.)
I am my own friends now.
(Who are you?)
I am my own friends now.
(You are real.)
I don't care. It's just bullshit, man.
(Who are you?)
I'll write it down if I can.
(You are real.)
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Try to Understand Waterbury, Connecticut
A poet turned songwriter. Still developing skills as a recording artist. Currently working alone with occasional collaborations, but hopefully a full band soon.
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