1. |
The Pessimist
04:54
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Fate may be comforting to believe
When searching for the meaning.
But if everything has been foreseen by destiny,
Then it means nothing to me.
If all is for the best,
And the hand of providence
Allows no coincidence unplanned,
Tell me where you stand
In this deterministic plan
To make any difference at all?
Let’s just say, for the argument’s sake,
There are no choices to make,
And no risk to take, no good deeds, no mistakes,
No responsibility.
But if all is for the best,
Well then we can only guess
Why this world is such a mess.
And if we have no control
In the matters of this world,
Then what do you search your soul for?
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2. |
Epiphany
03:27
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All these things, catapulting through my brain.
I search in vain, only knowing you by name.
O, Epiphany, why do you run from me? O, Epiphany!
You’re something I can’t quite put my finger on.
You’re something I can’t quite wrap my head around.
All these things ricochet around my head.
I do my best, but you always stay a step ahead.
O, Epiphany, I lie in wait for thee. O, Epiphany!
You’re something I can’t quite put my finger on.
You’re something I can’t quite wrap my head around.
You’re running, and I can’t quite seem to track you down.
But someday, I will find you, I just don’t know how.
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3. |
The Nevermind
04:03
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O – I’m serious…
Nobody seems to mind
The slow decline.
O – I’m serious…
Everyone seems just fine
With the nevermind.
Nobody’s looking
At where they’re going.
And nobody’s steering,
As if they’re floating downstream.
O – I’m serious…
One by one, we march contently out to sea.
Everyone thinks someone else has got the lead.
But nobody’s looking
At where they’re going.
And nobody’s steering,
As if they’re floating downstream.
O – I’m serious…
Nobody seems to mind
The slow decline.
O – I’m serious…
Everyone seems just fine
With the nevermind.
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4. |
To & Fro
04:37
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Go to and fro, sidewalk suit soldiers.
Marching to your babbleground.
Take what you can from your fellow man.
Run now while you’ve got the chance…
The gears go grinding on,
Long after you’ve gone.
On and on…
Praise all of the nuts
And praise all of the screws,
Who faithfully cling to her majesty
And keep all her surfaces clean…
The gears go grinding on,
Long after you’ve gone.
The gears go grinding on.
On and on…
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5. |
Leap
05:07
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Out of the blue,
Down came a white
As pure as snow in June.
She sang a tune
In the softest soothing tones
I ever knew.
Hangin’ on to heaven
By the skin of my teeth.
Here is my confession…
No, I never believed.
But if she’s an angel,
Then I’m praying don’t leave without me
It’s strange to think
She only stayed for a short time.
And although I never grew my wings,
Still I leap up into the sky,
Hoping to take flight.
Hangin’ on to heaven
By the skin of my teeth.
Here is my confession…
No, I never believed.
But if she’s an angel,
Then I’m praying don’t leave without me.
But she looked down at me and said…
“You know you’re not alone.
You’ll never be alone.
You know you’re not alone.”
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6. |
All Right
05:09
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The serum slowly seeps through bloodstream,
Snaking its way to my brain stem.
Screaming neurons soon cease fire,
My mind finally at ease.
And I say… it’s okay, it’s all right.
This peace of mind is ever fleeting.
I’m always two steps out of touch.
When all the knives come out to greet me,
I know it wasn’t quite enough.
But I say… it’s okay, I’m all right.
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7. |
Ode to the Overboard
05:31
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O – every weekend is an island.
I’m just trying to float ashore.
O – every Sunday is an eyesore.
Get ready to sink again.
O – off the deep end.
O – off the deep end, again.
O – as I try to swim to safety,
The water fills up my lungs.
O – and the current overtakes me.
One moment more, and I’m done.
O – I might as well.
O – I might as well let go.
O – Every weekend is an island.
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8. |
Sinking
04:47
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I’m a sinking ship,
And buckets just won’t fix this.
Women and children first.
The hull’s about to burst.
Watching it all fall apart on my…
Watching it all fall apart.
It’s only broken in my head.
It’s never quite right in my head.
It’s always broken in my head.
In my head.
Can’t you see?
I’m losing speed.
Friction fights the inertia,
Pulling me down.
I’m a shooting star,
But I’m not going far.
Piercing the atmosphere,
My pilot knows no fear.
Watch me burning up before your eyes.
Watch me burning up the sky.
If you broke into my head,
You could see the things I never said,
If you could see inside my head.
Can’t you see?
I’m losing speed.
Friction fights the inertia,
Pulling me down.
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9. |
Of Analog
04:26
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We kings of analog,
Humanity our fatal flaw,
Keep on climbing up the walls,
Only to fall before long.
But after all…
All we know…
All we know is we don’t know.
For all we know…
All we know is we don’t know.
It’s all we know.
We kings of analog,
Finding meaning
Reading between
The lines we draw,
Keep on climbing after every fall.
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10. |
The Payoff
03:54
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Go sell me, darling,
For the best deal you find.
I won’t mind, ’cuz all I see
Are fading dreams and memories
Of you and me.
Go sell me, darling.
Cash out while you can.
I’ll understand, ’cuz what I say
Will keep you waiting for the day,
The day that I’ll pay off.
But I’m only dead weight,
And the future’s looking grim.
And the sun is slowly sinking.
I don’t think we’re gonna win, this time.
So go sell me, darling.
I’ll try to look the other way
As you throw me away.
It’s plain to see I’m just a liability,
So cut my string.
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Annum Ford Nevada
Not everything comes out of Vegas sprinkled in glitz and glamour. Formed in 2004, by life-long friends Nick Vincent (vocals/rhythm guitar), Nick Whalen (lead guitar), Jon Losey (bass) and Mike Reilly (drums), Annum Ford took their name from Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. Annum Ford created a dynamic alt-rock sound that left a lasting impression until they called it quits in 2007. ... more
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