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The World, Pt. I
01:24
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I've seen the world all over
The crimson and the clover
I've held it all with a clincher fist
I've seen the world,
But never quite like this
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The World, Pt. II
04:58
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Memory is your soul's scribe
Etching into your mind
All the wondrous paths
You'll find in time
History is told by
Those who live on
And the learned
Don't repeat it
And I will live
My life beguiled
By my constant,
Incessant craving for life
The tenements
Were lit like lanterns
I, bewildered, inquire
This incursion of the mind;
The nebulous from
Where we came
This constant need
To fascinate
This conscious state
Prolific waves
Solar plexus, open wide
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The World, Pt. III
03:30
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And I will live
My life beguiled
History is told by
Those who survive
I have arrived
To the place
That I have strived
Open wide, you
Weary eyes
Remove your guise
And come alive
The nebulous from
Where we came
Progression towards
The end of the days
Until, I will awaken,
Alert and enlighten my gaze
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Letters - Away Games
03:10
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Homeward bound never felt so down and out to me, and i'm trying to fight my apathy, but i'm headed somewhere i don't want to be when the sun comes up. i'm pulling figure eights around the highways of my home state. a to b will torment me from the lack of scenery.
i'm staying out way past dark in hopes of finding the other part to this harmony everyone calls home.
so if you hear me before i stop, i'll be driving all night to take one last shot. these second chances will be the death of me. we're all gods or we're all frauds, stitched together but cut from the same cloth. who can say that's wrong?
you took me down past this unrequited melody and i learned that life is more than black and white, shaded with hues of brown. play the victim if you think you know the part so well, keep on searching but you'll never find a sense of self. no spine, no way to change your mind. but at least i tried.
so if you hear me, i'm feeling like a vulture standing on a cliffside. if you hear me, raise your fists and say your goodbyes. and if you hear me, i would have died for you to try. oh, i would have died. if you hear me, in the world outside, the world outside...
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think i'm breaking bones, think i'm losing footing. i think i'm falling apart at the seams again. it's a little cliche to say that when the pieces start to stick, i run out of glue. i'm structurally sound with cracks in the foundation, always evident like good acting with a bad script. give it a pass, because it's shot independently and features bill murray.
let the moon crash into the tower again, 'cause honestly i'm done playing. let the moon crash into the tower again, 'cause maybe i'm not worth saving.
if i counted all the bottles at the end of this party, there would be three. i'm such a lightweight. hit the reset button, i wanna start anew or at least hit snooze. i'm still tired from the events of the night before. my new beard would've helped in keeping you from seeing me, but hindsight is hardly ever 20/20.
you broke me. i hope you see that i'm blowing into cartridges of our busted relationship, 'cause it worked for my brother once when we were kids.
let it crash, let it burn, let it all collapse. let me know that it's never enough, uh oh. watch it crash, watch it burn, and we'll all just laugh, 'cause we know that it's never enough, uh oh.
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No Pretty Pictures Charleston, West Virginia
NPP is an indie, progressive, post-rock outfit from Charleston, WV. We love pushing the parameters of music, and try to make each song individual and it's own entity. We hope you enjoy every last tune!
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