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The Meaning
05:06
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disappointment followed on the heels of truth jumped off the ledge of clouded sentiment with no net to catch it and there's no concrete reason i can believe in that it won't happen again and again.
betting nothing is betting you can't win and you're losing again. losing the meaning is different than losing the thing. so which one is it? the meaning or your believing?
disappointment followed on the heels of faith and trust jumped from the ledge of clouded sentiment. delusion is a strength of mine, a strength of pride. the loss, we both suffer.
betting nothing is betting you can't win and you're losing again. losing the meaning is different than losing the thing. so which one is it? the meaning or your believing?
in the battle of who could care less, a contest (in which) i confess my promises never stand up to the test, it takes work to build a better net. promises stand up! there's no rest from battle of all against all against all.
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no hugging = no learning
02:21
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i'll stay the coward (because it's) the best i can get.
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oh john
02:15
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oh john! remember the way things used to be? and john, it's over: the way i'd take what you say.
so john, just try to understand where i am. no answer, no reason, no way to know or hope.
you look so long and you stop seeing that lies are just hopes that lies are just hopes.
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coffee spoons and knives
02:53
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we measure our lives with coffee spoons and knives rather than try to believe the easy lie. it's not over till it's over. but our own regrets, we can't let others forget. the blood we shed, it's not our own.
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traffic circle
03:25
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this air bag is suffocating me. all i can breathe is the sulfur. and i don't have a witness. it's a bitter, sweet, sweet, pyrrhic victory. lights looking left are lights looking away.
i promise i'll drive into the distance. your lights illuminate only exits now. you can drive around in circles for years and years and never do justice to all of your fears. a traffic circle. and the ringing in your ears is the car wreck i'm trying not to escape. this sulfur is suffocating me. circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, stop.
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the thing i think my friend to be
at least can mean that much to me.
if you can't, or it seems you won't,
your ghost will try, although you don't.
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no face
06:00
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the sun has gone and i'm lost without them. if i hold my breath they see through me. so i try to breathe the air, to feel the air flow through me. but the only one who sees me is the one with no face.
the monsters always care, the monsters always see, the air of anxiety surrounding me. i create it with hope and caring, an open heart, a thought of sharing. i try so hard to let go, so why don't i? the only one who sees me is the one with no face.
for a friend, or an enemy, or anything i thought i wanted. it's so hard to believe that this is what it's come to. this is all i wanted but i never should have had.
the monsters always care, the monsters always see, the air of anxiety surrounding me. there's nothing to fight when the air is your enemy. i forgot my name. i forgot who i am and i am left alone with the one with no face.
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damezumari Tulsa, Oklahoma
the band - started march 2003, from tulsa,OK. and san diego, ca
in its last recorded form:
craig maricle -
drums
chris skillern - bass, voice
stephen paul - guitar, voice
eric titterud - guitar, voice
the band has previously included:
doug johnston (drums) and daniel sutliff (bass), who both played on the first three demos,
blake foster (drums), and aaron thornhill (bass) and mike laughlin (drums)
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