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Masked Dancers: Concern in So Many Things You Forget Where You Are
I See It Too.
The Brave Little Abacus19
Treetops, canopy
Branches caress three clouds, make it easy
To never leave home, it's an animal kingdom
And this here's your throne
If an inexistent overpass is overpassing me
And the cars, they go right through it, leaving time only to breathe
Then it might just be existent, it might bend at the knees
Then it's entire existence is overpassing me
I want to feel you breathe near the gardens in between
A sky who seldom sees his audiences' praise and the pave
(The pave, the pave, the pave, the pave)
I want to melt into the pavement, or perhaps the grass
But as I'd dance within the soil, you would derive that I were trapped
Corrode the sand I see
I want to feel you breathe
Near the lone tree in between
A sky, a sky who seldom sees his audience at all and the pave
(The pave, the pave, the pave, the pave)
I want to melt into the pavement, or perhaps the grass
Oh how I'd dance around piled soil, at least you can relax
And with the rate of the ringing comes yearn for descent
You've got nothing on your mind
Alter mine, mine crawls out fine
Branches caress three clouds, make it easy
To never leave home, it's an animal kingdom
And this here's your throne
If an inexistent overpass is overpassing me
And the cars, they go right through it, leaving time only to breathe
Then it might just be existent, it might bend at the knees
Then it's entire existence is overpassing me
I want to feel you breathe near the gardens in between
A sky who seldom sees his audiences' praise and the pave
(The pave, the pave, the pave, the pave)
I want to melt into the pavement, or perhaps the grass
But as I'd dance within the soil, you would derive that I were trapped
Corrode the sand I see
I want to feel you breathe
Near the lone tree in between
A sky, a sky who seldom sees his audience at all and the pave
(The pave, the pave, the pave, the pave)
I want to melt into the pavement, or perhaps the grass
Oh how I'd dance around piled soil, at least you can relax
And with the rate of the ringing comes yearn for descent
You've got nothing on your mind
Alter mine, mine crawls out fine
In your warmth I'm screaming if only for...
In your warmth I'm screaming if only for a minute
Mind, alter mine, mine crawls out fine
Mine crawls out fine, mine crawls out fine
Gardens get cold and the lone tree's cut to better real estate
Take the idea and run it past your head on spinning plates
Born again, an environment is cut
New, sifted through and through
I want to feel you breathe
In your warmth I'm screaming if only for a minute
Mind, alter mine, mine crawls out fine
Mine crawls out fine, mine crawls out fine
Gardens get cold and the lone tree's cut to better real estate
Take the idea and run it past your head on spinning plates
Born again, an environment is cut
New, sifted through and through
I want to feel you breathe
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This song is like an introduction to a story, or an essay. The narrator opens with describing his home, and how its beauty makes it so difficult to want to leave. He feels as if this place is his kingdom. He describes these as being so prevalent that he cannot help but contemplate the idea of leaving. He is nostalgic about how his home looked when he was young, and how the lone tree he loved was cut down. The song has no conclusion as it is only an introduction to this long train of thought.
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- 1.I See It Too.
Credits
Written By
The Brave Little AbacusRecorded By
Eric ClemenziRecorded At
Basement Tape Studios
Release Date
August 1, 2009
