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Masked Dancers: Concern in So Many Things You Forget Where You Are
Born Again So Many Times You Forget You Are
The Brave Little Abacus155
Take it back, take it back, oh please God take it back
Before the puddles turn to pools and the pools, a sea engulfing souls
With every single drop comes three more burdens
You say it's distant, I say it's distant
Your hand approaches and as always it is wrapped in yarn
Reminding me of weekends past when Abby sang along
Ken, you've got it all wrong, this is big, this is real like a clocktower's minute only put behind the wheel
Let the pedals push themselves, I'll let these pedals push themselves
I could've kissed her on a bed not parallel to
But perpendicular to everything you've taught me
All these thoughts unsound and the ideas of infinity
If this is all never-ending then why am I ending?
Born again, reminded
That there's the earth
Doorway scene makes time for peace
In nearby ravine
Wake up dead, the pine trees sing
Leave home
Can't, can't hear the sound made by the yarn
Can't hear the blood flow through your arm
Can't hear anything at all
It seems these anythings are all
The kind that believe reflections aren't the mobile ones
That win, win, win, they win, win, win and run
How they run away, for it is March 6th 2009
I'm meeting the god I never knew
The god that I said never knew me
Before the puddles turn to pools and the pools, a sea engulfing souls
With every single drop comes three more burdens
You say it's distant, I say it's distant
Your hand approaches and as always it is wrapped in yarn
Reminding me of weekends past when Abby sang along
Ken, you've got it all wrong, this is big, this is real like a clocktower's minute only put behind the wheel
Let the pedals push themselves, I'll let these pedals push themselves
I could've kissed her on a bed not parallel to
But perpendicular to everything you've taught me
All these thoughts unsound and the ideas of infinity
If this is all never-ending then why am I ending?
Born again, reminded
That there's the earth
Doorway scene makes time for peace
In nearby ravine
Wake up dead, the pine trees sing
Leave home
Can't, can't hear the sound made by the yarn
Can't hear the blood flow through your arm
Can't hear anything at all
It seems these anythings are all
The kind that believe reflections aren't the mobile ones
That win, win, win, they win, win, win and run
How they run away, for it is March 6th 2009
I'm meeting the god I never knew
The god that I said never knew me
Born again, reminded
Pine takes away a yearn for comfort
Growth is doubled as if it were a child
Calms down
Can't, can't hear the sound made by the yarn
Can't hear the blood flow through your arm
Can't hear anything at all
It seems these anythings are all
The kind that believe reflections aren't the mobile ones
That see, see, see, they see, see, see it all
How I'll run away from it all
The books sprout wings to forget about
The clutches of this scene
Broken bottles in the streets cutting at the meek
Tell them of your progress, your golden painted headdress
The way you told her "you're just not yet old enough for it all"
Leave home
Like third grade students and their backpacks
Running towards some small escape
I'm running towards the exit of a university
Don't look back, don't look back, don't look back, but I have to
Because it's all I really wanna do
Dance and bathe with the same intent
As the songs we spoke about
To find myself giving in would ruin it
The act of preservation is acting nonetheless
I'll take my time, maybe follow through
Find these pine trees singing to some different sort of tune
Sometimes when I'm laying there atop my treefort bed
Imagination flowing through the comforter, there are
So many different sentences trying to get produced
We'll lose our mobility before we figure out it's use
Sometimes when I'm laying there, atop my treefort bed
Imagination flowing through, I start to think again and again
Pine takes away a yearn for comfort
Growth is doubled as if it were a child
Calms down
Can't, can't hear the sound made by the yarn
Can't hear the blood flow through your arm
Can't hear anything at all
It seems these anythings are all
The kind that believe reflections aren't the mobile ones
That see, see, see, they see, see, see it all
How I'll run away from it all
The books sprout wings to forget about
The clutches of this scene
Broken bottles in the streets cutting at the meek
Tell them of your progress, your golden painted headdress
The way you told her "you're just not yet old enough for it all"
Leave home
Like third grade students and their backpacks
Running towards some small escape
I'm running towards the exit of a university
Don't look back, don't look back, don't look back, but I have to
Because it's all I really wanna do
Dance and bathe with the same intent
As the songs we spoke about
To find myself giving in would ruin it
The act of preservation is acting nonetheless
I'll take my time, maybe follow through
Find these pine trees singing to some different sort of tune
Sometimes when I'm laying there atop my treefort bed
Imagination flowing through the comforter, there are
So many different sentences trying to get produced
We'll lose our mobility before we figure out it's use
Sometimes when I'm laying there, atop my treefort bed
Imagination flowing through, I start to think again and again
I can't do this anymore
(Watch the world just sit and grieve)
(Watch the world just sit and grieve)
And I can't do this anymore
(Watch the world just sit and grieve)
(Watch the world just sit and grieve)
Keep meeting gods I don't know
(Watch the world just sit and grieve)
(Watch the world just sit and grieve)
And I can't do this anymore
(Watch the world just sit and grieve)
(Watch the world just sit and grieve)
Keep meeting gods I don't know
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This is the turning point of the album. By this time he has made up his mind. He is leaving and nothing will stop him. He ignores the thoughts of staying home and fights them while he takes his leave. The title of the song is also very ironic. He almost copies the name of the album itself, but he feels as if he has grown up so much he forgets where he is. This is why the “where” is missing from the title, for he has already forgotten.
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- 7.Born Again So Many Times You Forget You Are
Credits
Written By
The Brave Little AbacusRecorded By
Eric ClemenziRecorded At
Basement Tape Studios
Release Date
August 1, 2009