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Lyrics: me
Amnesia
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[verse 1]
even the little looking in eye things.
strain credulity now!
tortuous trips across tenuous strings.
close the curtain, and take your bow.
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[chorus]
a cheap deep flabbergast.
of meaninglessly wordy pixel.
the image that has surpassed.
your mom's too quick dismissal.
It's not the Mona Lisa!
This is your amnesia!
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[verse 1]
reminding myself over bathtubs.
of desperate cast iron coffee.
velux blanket hotel back rubs.
couldn't of set this mind free.
[bridge]
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[verse 2]
someone forgot to tell me i was the hero.
among stomping feet and golden trumpeting.
marching around another Jericho.
with my trembling arms encompassing.
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[chorus variation]
a cheap deep flabbergast.
of meaninglessly wordy pixel.
the image that has surpassed.
your mom's too quick dismissal.
It's not the Mona Lisa!
This is your amnesia!
---------------------------------------------------------- 75
[verse 3]
Finally time to stop pretending!
It was your words all along!
The pixel's light transcending,
a single face among the throng.
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[outro]
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Adapted from the poem:
unfortunately for my mother it was
piano chained allegro’s and dim witted endless monotony
how could a man go through that and come out anything but?
even the little looking in eye things hurt now
reminding myself over bathtubs of desperate coffee
velux blanket hotel stained back rubs of last minute holiday are
unable to lift the mind from the fly paper without
those clinging strings of yellow glue
higher than null and the data my only friend left
i cry out at the hero’s journey mass unconscious archetype
a cheap deep flabbergast of meaninglessly wordy crop flattened pixel
someone forgot to tell me i was the hero
Amnesia
---------------------------------------------------------- 12
[verse 1]
even the little looking in eye things.
strain credulity now!
tortuous trips across tenuous strings.
close the curtain, and take your bow.
---------------------------------------------------------- 25
[chorus]
a cheap deep flabbergast.
of meaninglessly wordy pixel.
the image that has surpassed.
your mom's too quick dismissal.
It's not the Mona Lisa!
This is your amnesia!
---------------------------------------------------------- 38
[verse 1]
reminding myself over bathtubs.
of desperate cast iron coffee.
velux blanket hotel back rubs.
couldn't of set this mind free.
[bridge]
---------------------------------------------------------- 50
[verse 2]
someone forgot to tell me i was the hero.
among stomping feet and golden trumpeting.
marching around another Jericho.
with my trembling arms encompassing.
---------------------------------------------------------- 62
[chorus variation]
a cheap deep flabbergast.
of meaninglessly wordy pixel.
the image that has surpassed.
your mom's too quick dismissal.
It's not the Mona Lisa!
This is your amnesia!
---------------------------------------------------------- 75
[verse 3]
Finally time to stop pretending!
It was your words all along!
The pixel's light transcending,
a single face among the throng.
---------------------------------------------------------- 88
[outro]
---------------------------------------------------------- 100
Adapted from the poem:
unfortunately for my mother it was
piano chained allegro’s and dim witted endless monotony
how could a man go through that and come out anything but?
even the little looking in eye things hurt now
reminding myself over bathtubs of desperate coffee
velux blanket hotel stained back rubs of last minute holiday are
unable to lift the mind from the fly paper without
those clinging strings of yellow glue
higher than null and the data my only friend left
i cry out at the hero’s journey mass unconscious archetype
a cheap deep flabbergast of meaninglessly wordy crop flattened pixel
someone forgot to tell me i was the hero