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200 Years
02:28
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Dedicate a lifetime to what you say
Years of old promises that slowly fade away
Attempts to lead the way eventually fall flat and wash away
200 years we sang that song
Maybe we just had the words wrong
200 years become a memory
With just one dream
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Too Many Voices
02:54
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The first ten senconds of playback was all I needed and my world stood still
Radiating a light familiar in my soul
A dusty bin in the corner of the room with proclamations etched in wax
The sky opens up, rains rhythm and vision and I'm forever yours
There's life in these brittle bones and they will sustain
There's spirit in these weathered walls that have bared our names
And when the lights grow dim and we part our ways,
Maybe blind to the moment that be
Just know, the final song that's sung will mean everything to me
At the end of the day I got the sun hanging over me
With intentions on high no worries to be free
We let too many voices interrupt what they can't see
As we travel this road, these four cylinders are all we need
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I ride my bike right past your house
I pedal slowly hoping you'll come out
An adolescent dream
An old routine it seems
A million miles past this house
And on this hill I see the bridge I was too shy to hold your hand
Our 'endless road' just seems to loop back to the railroad's dark dead end
And now I drive right past your house
How much to go back, play my fantasies all out?
The more times I come to see
this town has nothing left for me
A million miles from this house
You were the first light on a dark road I would ride many times again
Pleasant thoughts...best left memories
Here comes Fall's cool, damp wind
Memories will always bind me to wallow in tales of fiction
I see your house from here.
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Summer Seeds Are Sown
02:29
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When I cut myself and I'm barely bleeding
Where did the sunshine go when I needed healing?
With my guts tied up inside is when I feel alive
And nothing left to show
Abject thoughts so sanctified
They don't know what's real or what is lie
When I cut myself and I'm barely bleeding
Where did the sunshine go when I needed healing?
I'll let springtime cleanse my soul
Then I'll let the feeling go
With summer seeds to sow
Abject thoughts so sanctified
They don't know what's real or what is lie
Echoes from a distant song play softly in my mind
Blank page to express myself
What is yet to grow
One grasp to accept myself
When summer seeds are sown.
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The Other Side Of Life
03:01
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My mind begins to play where sleeping giants lay
Helpless, I can't evade
Silent screams longing to be free
Last hill this engine's lost it's steam
Yet the air I breathe is clean
Walk through, disclose to you
The otherside of life that can't be seen
Look back reflecting on the times I wish I spoke my mind
Held breath, averted eyes
I begin shedding my disguise
A calm peace steadies me
Fears I have resurfacing
Voids I keep - my lock and key
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Satyagraha (7 Seconds)
03:12
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Too Many Voices New York, New York
"TMV plays melodic punk that is at once clever, engaging, and contemplative. Thoughtful, catchy, and well-written punk tunes
that will satisfy those who like their punk full of melody and those who like their punk full of introspection." - PunkNews.org
"Too Many Voices offers up hooks galore...all played expertly with ultra-precision." - Razorcake Fanzine
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