Ancient Pages
written by meyer / schmidt
composed by k.sullivan / t.scott / b.meyer
written by meyer / schmidt
composed by k.sullivan / t.scott / b.meyer
Lyrics
both sides of the coin shine, flip it, who knows
both sides of the grass fine, equal, just go
decide your path, point of placement thumbtacks to a colder blanket
let the wave of electric freeze you stay in that corner where someone needs you
fingers and hands are caked in that crud theyre even dragging my name through mud
got the space, comes with new anguish, built for hope and a peaceful language
break from that ego cuz its all a lethal needle, i guess we're different people
you say tomato i say tomatoe, overdose went comatose a total ghost
and now im back put these bones to rest
no debt just depth taking baby steps
the miniscule rituals of popes and centerfolds are similar to chemicals and chromosomes bleed residual checks for the pawns telling every single open mind theyre wrong
cuz if you want something done right, do it yourself and get your friends to help
enjoying our wrinkles they came from smiling, like we been there did that and came out fine
and i really think... thats it..i just think
now these pages speak with new feather and ink
cuz those who cant do teach and those who cant do either critique
still throwing bananas at my feet, the chattering teeth have never stopped
but me, id rather be sorry than safe, take all my wage and give it away
if you wait any longer to not be bothered the walls will crumble and youll be conquered
momentum it just keeps on going, roadblocks? now debris thats floating
research became the bulk of that pie chart but cant replace all the time on the sidewalk
if you take every minute to increase the dollar its more like missing all the trees in autumn
some are lost in the pages i am stuck in between
one of us is happy, one of us is clean
i could change but i dont want to, i could change but i dont want to
some are caught in the ancient some ahead of time
one of us is happy, one of us is lying
could be a different me and the same you
a different bias in the same hue
Either side of the coin what’s that matter?
Same game just a boy, trying to go faster
Winning and winning and winning losing don’t add up
Black and white, here’s that magic potion
Tacking up posters overexposure scratched surface it’s about over
Behind sobriety - come over
Lottery, but not one iota
Stop me from telling myself I told ya
Stop me from telling myself I told ya
Can’t do this alone and keep going forward
Everything right now is in slow motion
And with no emotion
Kamikaze going thru the motions
Pictures, and riddles, tambourines, and fiddles
Lamborghini monkey’s in the middle
Shredding every single magazine
And there’s ink on my hands, but there’s pink sand
Across the street to a different land
Can’t look back I’m a different man
Different feet, different plans, different seats on the same plane
Time’s not up yet, keep praying
Free-falling into the sahara
Lagoons, baboons, vegetation, and lot’s of room
In paradise there’s no violence, air’s nice and there’s no giants
Hard to wake up when you lost track of days
And the record stopped, but it’s still playing
Brain quit but my thoughts didn’t
Opposite reaction, lost then found it
That confounded bridge disappeared-
I wrapped a cord around it, it’s right here
Echos in the afterlife
So clear, so bright
I might jump off or I might climb it
Or go underneath with dynamite
Obstacles in all life
Pilot’s just pretend to fly
some are lost in the pages i am stuck in between
one of us is happy, one of us is clean
i could change but i dont want to, i could change but i dont want to
some are caught in the ancient some ahead of time
one of us is happy, one of us is lying
could be a different me and the same you
a different bias in the same hue
both sides of the coin shine, flip it, who knows
both sides of the grass fine, equal, just go
decide your path, point of placement thumbtacks to a colder blanket
let the wave of electric freeze you stay in that corner where someone needs you
fingers and hands are caked in that crud theyre even dragging my name through mud
got the space, comes with new anguish, built for hope and a peaceful language
break from that ego cuz its all a lethal needle, i guess we're different people
you say tomato i say tomatoe, overdose went comatose a total ghost
and now im back put these bones to rest
no debt just depth taking baby steps
the miniscule rituals of popes and centerfolds are similar to chemicals and chromosomes bleed residual checks for the pawns telling every single open mind theyre wrong
cuz if you want something done right, do it yourself and get your friends to help
enjoying our wrinkles they came from smiling, like we been there did that and came out fine
and i really think... thats it..i just think
now these pages speak with new feather and ink
cuz those who cant do teach and those who cant do either critique
still throwing bananas at my feet, the chattering teeth have never stopped
but me, id rather be sorry than safe, take all my wage and give it away
if you wait any longer to not be bothered the walls will crumble and youll be conquered
momentum it just keeps on going, roadblocks? now debris thats floating
research became the bulk of that pie chart but cant replace all the time on the sidewalk
if you take every minute to increase the dollar its more like missing all the trees in autumn
some are lost in the pages i am stuck in between
one of us is happy, one of us is clean
i could change but i dont want to, i could change but i dont want to
some are caught in the ancient some ahead of time
one of us is happy, one of us is lying
could be a different me and the same you
a different bias in the same hue
Either side of the coin what’s that matter?
Same game just a boy, trying to go faster
Winning and winning and winning losing don’t add up
Black and white, here’s that magic potion
Tacking up posters overexposure scratched surface it’s about over
Behind sobriety - come over
Lottery, but not one iota
Stop me from telling myself I told ya
Stop me from telling myself I told ya
Can’t do this alone and keep going forward
Everything right now is in slow motion
And with no emotion
Kamikaze going thru the motions
Pictures, and riddles, tambourines, and fiddles
Lamborghini monkey’s in the middle
Shredding every single magazine
And there’s ink on my hands, but there’s pink sand
Across the street to a different land
Can’t look back I’m a different man
Different feet, different plans, different seats on the same plane
Time’s not up yet, keep praying
Free-falling into the sahara
Lagoons, baboons, vegetation, and lot’s of room
In paradise there’s no violence, air’s nice and there’s no giants
Hard to wake up when you lost track of days
And the record stopped, but it’s still playing
Brain quit but my thoughts didn’t
Opposite reaction, lost then found it
That confounded bridge disappeared-
I wrapped a cord around it, it’s right here
Echos in the afterlife
So clear, so bright
I might jump off or I might climb it
Or go underneath with dynamite
Obstacles in all life
Pilot’s just pretend to fly
some are lost in the pages i am stuck in between
one of us is happy, one of us is clean
i could change but i dont want to, i could change but i dont want to
some are caught in the ancient some ahead of time
one of us is happy, one of us is lying
could be a different me and the same you
a different bias in the same hue
