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Don't You Know?
04:33
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I'm holdin' on to what we said, wasn't happenin'.
I'm holdin' on to what we said, was important then.
And the future's not set in stone.
There's time to mend what's torn.
Now, I see- love's a stranger to defend.
Now, I see- bless our anger in the end.
And I'm standing still. And I feel it comin', I feel it coming' again.
I'm holdin’ on to each regret, that could've ended then,
I'm holdin’ on, a failed reset, denial's happenin'.
And the future, is still unknown.
There's time to tend what's grown.
Now, I see- Pain and Beauty share a name.
Now, I see- Don't you know it's all the same.
I'm slippin' back. And I cannot do it, I cannot do it,
I cannot do it, I cannot do it again!
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River
05:31
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‘Aint that a pretty picture, said the matting to the frame
Can you see a hint of darkness? Can you smell a speck of pain?
Yeah I see it in the thin lines. I feel it in the earth.
I see it in the color. The irony of mirth
I went down, to the river, where I see the signs of aging in my eyes.
I went down, to the river, where I see the signs of aging in my eyes.
This garden is lovely, said the lion to the sheep.
Let’s make this our secret, for both of us to keep.
A pattern of excuses, and false sincerity
Left the sheep running, as far as they could see
I went down, to the river, where I see the signs of aging in my eyes.
I went down, to the river, where I see the signs of aging in my eyes.
There’s room at this table. There’s room at this table.
There’s room at this table. There’s room at this table.
I went down, to the river, where I see the signs of aging in my eyes.
I went down, to the river, where I see the signs of aging in my eyes.
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Another Story
03:34
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Let’s watch all the new, until it runs out
Let’s watch all the new, until it runs out
We need another story, we need another story to be told.
Another kind of progress, another kind of progress to behold.
Helpless and numb, we watch the world burn
Helpless and numb, we watch the world burn
We need another story, we need another story to be told.
Another kind of progress, another kind of progress to be whole.
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4. |
Muddied Waters
05:25
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We are sailing. Where? We don’t know.
We are guessin’ the way we’ve always known.
Quiet torment, beneath the golden cow,
Isms and ations, what are we sayin’ now?
What are we sayin’ now?
Muddied waters- Will things ever change?
Muddied waters- Will things ever change?
Will things ever Change?
This is movin’ as far as I can tell
Nothing near us, purchasing a spell.
Gobbledygook- purity turned fowl
Isms and ations, what are we sayin’?
Muddied waters- Will things ever change?
Muddied waters- Will things ever change?
Muddied waters- Will things ever change?
Muddied waters- Will things ever change?
Immigrant bones, imperial skin
Who’s out /who’s in? Who’s out /who’s in?
Immigrant bones, imperial skin
Who’s out /who’s in? Who’s out/ who’s in?
Life it folds, the market wins
Who’s out /who’s in? Who’s out/ who’s in?
Life it folds, the market wins
Who’s out /who’s in? Who’s out /who’s in?
American lies, American sin
Who’s out /who’s in? Who’s out /who’s in?
American lies, American sin
Who’s out /who’s in? Who’s out /who’s in?
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5. |
Carry Me
05:07
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Counting all the ways, I can spell disaster.
Restless in the night- contrived necromancer.
Piercing like a knife, coercive as a cancer
Hope’s malingerer searching for an answer.
Looking for the proof, to show that I’m a failure.
Creating new mistakes, to show that I’m in danger.
Piercing like a knife, coercive as a cancer
Hope’s malingerer searching for an answer.
Look up to the sun, it burns bright for you.
Every time the flowers bloom, another year has passed.
Look up to the sun, it burns bright for you.
Every time the flowers bloom, another year has passed.
Oh Carry me!
I’m not strong enough on my own!
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6. |
Catastrophe
04:24
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7. |
Flatline Eyes
04:19
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Fickle as a highway
Desperately naïve
You’ve gone through hell to get here, now
You’re begging for reprieve
Everyone’s watchin’
Squirming on the line
Praying for sympathy
Helps to pass the time
Hearts don’t break, they
Just stop beating
And I’ve got flatline eyes
Disconnected
Disengaged
I’ve got flatline eyes
Hearts don’t break, they
Just stop beating
And I’ve got flatline eyes
Disconnected
Disengaged
I’ve got flatline eyes
Truth comes to market,
But power’s on the bill.
Bartering security
Waiting for the kill
Streets are bleeding
Courtyards full of shit
Modern infostructure now
Hides it for a bit
Hearts don’t break, they
Just stop beating
And I’ve got flatline eyes
Disconnected
Disengaged
I’ve got flatline eyes
Hearts don’t break, they
Just stop beating
And I’ve got flatline eyes
Disconnected
Disengaged
I’ve got flatline eyes
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8. |
Hyperspace Guru
04:19
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I’m surrounded by a million Gurus
Telling me where to go, what to think, and who to trust
I can hear, those million Gurus
Laughing as I fall, Laughing as I fall apart
I’m surrounded by a million eyes
Looking my way, telling me that I’m gonna fail
I can hear, those million eyes
Laughing as I fall, Laughing as I fall apart
They read us like a tabloid in the aisle
They expose us and dispose of us
Emptied like a trash can in the street
Out of sight, out of mind
And we can’t seem to get enough
I’m surrounded by a swarm of Gurus
Telling me what to buy, where to eat, and who to love
I can hear, the swarm of Gurus
Laughing as I fall, Laughing as I fall apart
They read us like a tabloid in the aisle
They expose us and dispose of us
Emptied like a trash can in the street
Out of sight, out of mind
And we can’t seem, no we can’t seem, no we can’t seem to get enough
Money lenders in the temple
There’s no room for the soul to resound
Money lenders in the temple
They made the deal before we came around
Money lenders in the temple
Callin’ on the cheats to make everyone pay
Money lenders in the temple
Stealing our moments, day after day
Money lenders in the temple
Stand up get ready before they keep us down
Money lenders in the temple
Gather up the flame, burn it to the ground
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9. |
A Child Like I Was
04:18
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Your self-interest is the bottom line
It seems I was the fool for thinking you’d change your mind.
I’ve crunched the numbers, and I think you’ll find,
You can’t collect that interest once you’ve died.
You were a child like I was when you were young
Scared of all the things you didn’t understand
You were a child like I was when you were young
I hope that I still feel in when it’s gone
Pulled up by bootstraps you inherited
You only had to tiptoe to the top
The myth of your fortune you believe it
Predestined extortion, you won’t stop
You were a child like I was when you were young
Scared of all the things you didn’t understand
You were a child like I was when you were young
I hope that I still feel in when it’s gone
Self-righteous condemnations living off the eagle
You’re a fucking camel, good luck with the needle
Hateful aspersions cast down from atop the steeple
You’re a fucking camel, good luck with the needle
You were a child like I was when you were young
Scared of all the things you didn’t understand
You were a child like I was when you were young
I hope that I still feel in when it’s gone
You were a child like I was when you were young
Scared of all the things you didn’t understand
You were a child like I was when you were young
I hope that I still feel in when it’s gone
I hope that I still feel it, I hope that I still feel it
I hope that I still feel it when it’s gone
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10. |
Oh, Heart
04:34
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Oh heart, oh heart
Why’d I let you lead?
You trust to often
You fall to easily!
Pleasure, Pleasure
Are you the aim?
Well I thought I knew for certain
Thought I knew, now I’m the one to blame!
No one ever told me
No one ever said to look inside
I can’t erase this; I can’t escape this.
Then again, this time could be new
I could change.
Karma, karma
Is there such a thing?
If there is, I’ve got it comin’
One way or another this will sting!
Closure, closure
Evasive friend
Cannot ever be forgotten
Pacified but never truly dead
I couldn’t see it
I couldn’t see; I was too close
I can’t out pace this, I cannot face this!
Then again, this time could be new
I could change if it’s for you
Then again, this time could be new
I could change.
Running in circles
Actions all the same
Melting like wax
Held over a flame
Nothing seems to fit
Nothing seems to grow
Nothing seems to matter
At least I told you so
Then again, this time could be new
I could change if it’s for you
Then again, this time could be new
I could change.
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11. |
Painted Faces
06:02
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When all the days passed, that we spoke of
Our dreams lurked ahead, and we broke em
When there’s nothing new to say I guess the silence is important
All the while,
I ran my mouth
We painted our faces, as lions
And roared with the windows up
The spots around your eyes let me know that you’d been cryin’
All the while,
I bit my tongue
Is this our way back home?
Is this our way back home?
Will we run from the things that name us?
Or has this already tamed us?
This is the way, we all fell into
little white lies, about “transcendence” and “renewal”
Pain erodes
I can’t ever let it go
Is this our way back home?
Is this our way back home?
Will we run from the things that maim us?
Or has this already slain us?
Can we pull ourselves out for a minute?
And hold it together- till we win it?
Will we let our ambition strangle us alive?
Or fight for a new way, to survive?
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12. |
While We're Alive
04:51
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Everything’s looking a little more bleak
As everything you knew slips right over your head
Everyone’s looking a little too grim, as you can’t find the words
It’s gone over your head
Everyone’s looking a little more dark; fearing that you’ve missed the mark
Everything’s looking a little too dim; praying for a place to start over
And your wheels, they keep spinning
but you don’t know where to go;
And you laugh
Every inch grows a mile deep,
Remembering the times you stood up from the ground
Seconds span a whole lifetime
Remembering the times you rose up from the ground
The things we do, while we’re alive
Becoming someone
Comfort hides somewhere inside
We’re all no one
And the moon it keeps pullin’
Every ocean tide
As we laugh
We’re on our way back home and we feel like Dancin’!
We’re on our way back home and we feel like Dancin’!
We’re on our way back home and we feel like Dancin’!
We’re on our way back home and we feel like Dancin’!
And the sun, it keeps pushin’
All us people back to earth
So we laugh!
We’re on our way back home and we feel like Dancin’!
We’re on our way back home and we feel like Dancin’!
We’re on our way back home and we feel like Dancin’!
We’re on our way back home and we feel like Dancin’!
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Fern Roberts Denver, Colorado
Led by singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Joshua Tryan, Fern Roberts’ music weaves together heartfelt lyrics and danceable indie-rock creating a cathartic and engaging listening experience. Fern Roberts' newest release "A Multitude All at Once" is a pensive reflection on depression, spiritual yearning, and the quiet voice hope whispering beneath the noise of modern life. ... more
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