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Well, I Wasn't Just Going To Leave It There

by Person Be

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Bryan Miller Damn, I've seen most of these songs live so many times that I didn't think I could be surprised by them, and boy was I wrong. Fresh, progressive, and academic in every sense of the word(s), If you guys don't get famous soon I'm going to eat my own shoe and that's a promise. Favorite track: Revisiting.
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1.
Primates 04:27
Every step forward As stubborn as it’s stern Beating on my chest i say less and less every phone call Revealing true nature, we’re Animals, series of intervals, climbing out of our pathetic holes Let go, of your ghosts, even though you once were the one who needed them most While condemning slurs You’re feeding from a troth And while ideas churn The eyes are drifting off The integral metaphors never could, put you down as they pick me back up Let go, lesson learned, bridges burned, risk unequal to the return The door slams and you motion vote no but the ink corrodes, after a moment it’s all indistinguishable So swamped in a vail of numbed convenience, suddenly all communication’s been disabled Wasted slumped in a basement, hands placed cautiously on each side, profiles adjacent With every new face, in every framless picture I feel something die within me You say that it’s innate But if it’s not the chicken or the egg or the metal prongs on tables, where the fuck do I assign blame? Animals, series of intervals, climbing out of our pathetic holes Let go, of your ghosts, even though You once were the one who needed them
2.
Overblown 02:11
Information eminently dull Provoking fears soak through your black raincoart Doctorate bet you keep it close Overprescribed, walking a moral tightrope Information so overblown Keeping you mounted on your throne I don’t wanna be an example It’s criminal, I know My mind’s sealed up and stowed I only listen for the things that I don’t Wanna hear, isn’t that the way it goes Tuning in only when you cannot ignore Information so overblown Didn’t peg you for the ebb and flow Type A will be succesful Type B’s a toad Toxins in a sullen glow Rehearsed, vetted, grown, and cloned, a moan Escapes your throat as you lay alone Wondering what you can’t go back on This is all just speculation A word tossed yet never thrown Based on the expansive duration of Your correlation pulls What I’m skeptical of I’m critical towards When I’m left for dead, orbited by all the others Clench my fist, and exhale, silently unraveling Truths that I’ve become a brute, an unformidable tuning I don’t wanna be an example I don’t wanna be an exit poll It’s criminal, know
3.
The pilot over the intercom knows How much we need to have the world at our fingertips So i finger a bag of potato chips Packaged in Berlin, Pennsylvania The airline lost my guitar in connection Likely it’ll be delivered tomorrow So I passively watch college basketball Nuturing for my material sorrow I wonder when I’ll wake up for good, pour out the cup I’ve slowly been filling up In this, I’ll try to balance the two Resistance towards romantic cementing And social critique, bland meaning imbued That won’t read as frustrated white venting In line for the cabin bathroom I was sure that I loved myself And then thought back to that time-old tune The one that old Brian Wilson spewed I wonder when I’ll wake up for good, pour out the cup I’ve slowly been filling up I wonder when I’ll finally wake up Pour out the cup I’ve slowing been filling With all verbal false starts A testament to our sense of Where it ends and where beginnings seem to Send the same delay signals It was relevant at first, but soon sure as shit it’s worn to worst We left the doors and made A break for opposite sides of streets And I asked for a flick of light Although I had no desire Just to forge what he would make of me And the words that I’m fiending for Under blockades I weed through acres and acres of dead Flowers comprise my mortal bed I’ll forever fight against When you leave I want to add That you can leave me bound and gagged And I’ll come back, looking like a fish taking its last gasp Gut me and fuck me till I’m too worn to even consider self-worth As the reason I was brought here first And foremost I’ve awoken but it comes at a price that yearns to be put aside If fearlessness is all that I’ve left to learn Than why even try to speak It’s outstanding it’s outstanding, It’s outstanding That’s all good, but you know it exists solely so you Could take what you wanted away and bury in it soil And then someday harness the fruits of its toil Virtuous proverbs aside, it wouldn’t be shit were it not contrived
4.
I teeter the wire between the place in your head and the places I deem sickly, filled with comfortability Any higher implications only stem from past situations that I’ve been in, that I’ve worn thin It took a while to see the farther I get, the less I feel guilty, the more you want me Topped with linen sheets is my bed, stripped of everything it’s craving to be wasted Spread your notes on my bed The watchdog, is waiting, you’d better, go feed him I wish that I could speak for everyone honestly I don’t care enough, yeah I’ll own up What always startles me in the lines that I write is the lack of you that I see, it’s all I, me Any higher implications stem from past situations I’ve been in, I’m worn thin Topped with linen sheets is my bed, stripped of everything it’s craving to be wasted The one thing, that held me, down under, was set free I’m so elated that I can relate to people that look like me, that think and talk like me Discuss significance of little bits and pieces that don’t mean shit, I’m overcome with bliss The daily shy-away, the only buffer between my mind and incoherent screeching, like syrup seeping It took a while to tune out the birds outside my window, the door that’s creaking, while I am sleeping in Or staring at the ceiling The watchdog, is waiting, you’d better, go feed him The one piece, that held me, down under, was set free
5.
Room To Run 04:27
Had the best dropped off as a volunteer He'd invest her time in a monitor to explain it all up to this point and the stench clogs up in the colander The flower never wilts away though I worry about the ease in which your feelings are displaced I can take them all With so few moments left Let's not get carried away with words leaving lips cleft open in the morning there's something beyond this decrepit forewarning I wish that I had room to run or maybe just a ball to kick over to the side that you're on I keep my claws well clipped with no allusion to a will to jump ship Still I'm baffled by, the little quips that make you tick I'm the same one rid of all guise looking to pry and my eyes open
6.
Revisiting 03:18
If I was precise I'd stick a pin Into your insides the plan I devised It was flawed from within If I was born today then we could walk in sync but I don't share the things I learned from the revenant they've never seemed more irrelevant I don't share the things I learned from the revenant and all the things that you won't admit
7.
I run into you walking to get a bite Funny, I’m on a similar mission I ask if you’re expecting a call from someone You say, where’d you get that impression Later on, in a friend’s bed I say I like your natural scent And try and sway you back to a primal state of being You’re so Hellbent on escaping from There’s nothing wrong With you or me It’s just a Generation gaffe, an asterix of silver age I know there are places you’d rather be But I was kind of looking forward to this And I’m not one to operate heavy machinery No presence in the folds of your front pocket It’s not that I am offended Just looking for time well spent I may be in over my head But my Heels are firmly planted In a twist of great irony I sit awaiting your text message And long for a much more physical reality Where I Needn’t click to turn you on There’s nothing that 2 hours with me can’t fix Confidence compels me to say The next day I learn your dad owns his own tech start up All presumed open doors seem to slam shut You don’t find my tech un-savvy act endearing And just as everything was looking up For me You’re so many places Girl I’m right here credits

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released June 13, 2017

Songs by Wilson MG

Music by Person Be

Mixed and Mastered by Skyler Pia

Artwork by Sophie March

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