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"Hey, you did good today"
"Dream big, dreamer"

Then we both sneak out and realize were both awake. Both writing. The sun will be up soon. Lets open that wine. I try to write to her and you stop me, like it or not. But what can I say anyway? Thats in a different dimension. A parallel universe where I'm competent. Whats the point of a letter goodbye? Your right, just pour me another glass.
Time can go to hell. For eternity.
She didn't know then, she won't know now. I get it.
So I'm stuck with a mirror image in my head, only with a love at his side.
I guess that means I'm the one on self destruct.
Thats not a joy at all.
This is not a joy.

But I still see sparkles on the water.
And live in memories.

Rascals

That caught us off guard.
To run with it like that.
I couldn't catch my breath...
What books you read. Trying not to let this happen.
I can't draw you. Could you draw me?
We owned this town, we took what we wanted...
No time to think.
Plenty of time to laugh.
No frowns
Snapshots
Tattoo
And a kiss goodbye.

Frodo

Bike down with my backpack. To the river where I ditch my wheels under a bridge. Sit on the bank and read of adventures, and remember that I'm on my own. That every mistake is a line in a book, and suddenly I'm eager. Watching birds fishing. Under the arm of an old oak tree. The book is great and theres no rush. Just get out that door.

Tonight we get up to no good. But tomorrow the river will be waiting.

Drag

Before planning. Pre-thought. Ahead of schedule.

Duh.

Onatopaniwiw

Fuck.

At least thinking

Friends in stress

Way past the end of the world

To nothing but the soul

I think and get nervous

Ancients.

Imagine that.

Who gets to go?

Overlapping dialogue. Old computers. I'm charmed every time. I laugh and I bite my nails. You always start with letting me know its a sad story. I fall for them every time. I laugh and wish for difference. You zoom in on the eye of something long since gone but it left its fear and passes it this way. There is the beauty of that line racked with an instrument.
"Lets get the hell out of here."
Your soaking wet with detail and foreshadowing, and they're fighting every single time to keep it cool. To handle it. I'm convinced they're trying to stay alive. In a fish tank of a television set.
They're taken away. Without the details. And sad story by ulcer I'm abandoned. We're in this together every time. You're braver then I am and I'm dragged along kicking and screaming.
We're abandoned together.

They made this? This could happen? This is always happening.

Astounding.

Crystal.

Lying back in the dark to the tales of the Shadow. Hearing your good news. Listening to your trouble. Blessed with the gift of shutting up from time to time. In my head I shake my head. Your fabrications have made you a fabrication. But I remember you, and him and I still talk on the inside. You have to talk, its good for you. You have to talk.

Embellishment. Elaboration. Depth. Grit. Details. Experience.

But God I can't stand heartbeats.

Endorphines

Elation. Pushing further then the time before. The calm throughout like a circus to the calm at the finish. Like a drug addict walking the streets. Shoes for flat feet. Being denied movement for days and sinking. It all falls apart without my hour away. I run either way, but only one is healthy. Maybe tomorrow...

Centrifugal Force

"Do you have a suit?"
"Yes."
"Then wear it and drink with me."

Friends on the town with the world in our palm. Dressed like we deserve it and acting like were capable. Stories of embarassment turned into moments of greatness. Girls who thought they knew you saying they don't know you. Let me buy you a drink. Blushing strangers. We are living life and glad we met. Turning panic into the smoothest thing you've ever done. All cause you've got the rest of us ol boys to kick around. Waking up to the city and a singing Italian out the window...

No pictures please, this is best a warm memory.

Lets make more money to do that again.

'Ghostship Demos' (ep)

You're 17. You're in high school. You've kissed a girl. With tounge. You've gone further then that sure, but that was the only part you did right. Then you write a musical thesis depicting a spanish gallion being haunted on the waves of a dark sea. To eventually be told in one album length song you record and release parts 1,4, and 5 on an ep which you sell at your shows. This ep takes the same gothic flight as the ghosts it depicts and soon infects the internet with the knowledge that your band is fucking breathtaking. But you're late for gym class.

You're 23. You're on a world tour. You've fallen in love. With tounge. You've released 3 albums and tattooed their artwork on you're arm. But everywhere you go you are cursed with whiney little kids asking how your ghost stoy ends. What happens? And you close the book.

This is the Ghostship ep.

Insane melodic instruments. Haunting alien rapscallion vocals.

The Fall Of Troy - The Ghostship Demos

http://www.maybesheforgot.com/audio_demos.htm