on all your city's sidewalks / in all my nation's names / in falling stars and faces felt through faulty, fractured frames / in endless lists of nameless names / all bearing gifts of same old sames / taken from trysts of shameless flames, forever smouldering / i know between the lines drawn in your bedroom, and the ones on the tv / there is a place of which you're terrified where people try to be / you see the barber peddles pompadours; confused, we cruise convenience stores / for booze, some candy, social mores steal something from my soul / and i wandered through a night less contemplated / for a light less complicated, for a morning or some dreadful dead-end dawn / or plundered towards a light, now starkly shaded, for a feeling frankly stated / is for many worth as much as anything at all / on all your city's sidewalks / what were we searching for? / as oh, we tried to tow the line between beloved and ignored / silent and self-assured, i know i'm older now and able to / convince you not to cry / although we're colder now, we're capable to keep our makeup dry
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I'm a sucker for music that feels honest. Everything about this album, including the production quality; feels like a good kid trying to make his way through a screwed up world. TimTTT
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this album came to me at a perfect time in my life, i was on a plane and severely missing some of my favorite people, and scared about what the future would hold for us. lots of tracks on this album spoke directly to that feeling, and that hadn't ever happened for me in such a way before. it was like magic :) ghuey97