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Chronicles

by Sam Gleason

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1.
People 04:18
He said, 'Son, you're kind of out of place You should see the looks on their faces I know your kind, I know your type You hate empty promises from all this hype You're looking for a place of new tradition A place where you can just ease the tension You're always asking bitter questions Wondering when you can leave the nest, yeah.' CHORUS: Where are all the people I've read about? Shall I take a leap, oh? Are they hidden underground? If you're out there, people Can you shout? Where do you keep, oh? Tell me what it's all about. And so I replied with a shaky voice, 'You read my mind, I have no choice I'm packing my bags, I'm leaving tonight I'm not supposed to be on this flight I'm heading out to find my people They'll help me out if I'm not able Thank you for all that you've done I think by now we've already won Yeah, we've won.' CHORUS I know you're out there 'Cause you're certainly not here I know I'm one of you I have no fear. I can't see the raven, but I hear it singing I'm getting close and my ears are ringing Keep walking through grass and cracked cement 'Cause when you reach your people, there'll be no lament They'll invite you in, they'll welcome you You'll be able to naturally compute And finally you'll have found your home Until you wish to be alone. CHORUS
2.
A couple days post-phony phase In a dark room with crossed legs Don't enlighten it just yet Take advantage of your current state of blindness. CHORUS: I think you think that I think too much And I think your thought might be right To live a truth that is loose in my youth I need to cleanse out my dirty mind My dirty mind. Ignorance is bliss, it's true Life's easier to comprehend when you don't know that it's happening to you Plans are just gonna fall apart So compose your story like it's abstract art. CHORUS Don't seek out your entitlement It'll stumble upon you or you'll stumble upon it There's no such thing as elements But I hope you find yours before you decide to quit. CHORUS
3.
Technicolor television speak to me Show me all the people that I wish I could be Show me all the people that I'm glad I'm not Why's it feel so good to just sit here and rot? To just sit here and rot. Your mind is under my control You'll trade your sorrows for your soul Just eat your chips and watch your show Forever, here we go. Gossip magazine tell me who's skinny and fat Success that isn't me deserves to be laughed at Distract me from my own twisted gluttony Ignorance is bliss, make me blind and happy Make me blind and happy. Your mind is under my control You'll trade your sorrows for your soul Drink your coffee and judge the poll On people you don't know. My, oh my, it's been a long day So I think I'll waste the night away It's a sad life when joy is an idle brain. I've got an idle brain so I can hide away and say The time it takes to find your place is just a giant waste And I don’t lie awake when lies awake the guys who try to hate I’m just saying, there isn’t a lot I’m tryna say Anyway, complacency is the place to be I’ll make sure to fall in line like a-b-c-d-e-f-g And I can find some time to spread some hate and animosity And I’m fine with a broken spine as long as there’s a plate for me A piece of the pie I eat on my own I keep to myself, don’t need no help I’m alone I got my eyes to my phone and my phone to my palm I’m not tryna look around don’t need to know what’s going on Just let me sit and rot And hit some pot And think no thoughts And plant no plots So reap no crops And ipso facto, get forgot. Your mind is under my control You'll trade your sorrows for your soul Take the shit you don't need to know Become the horde, and just follow The easy way to go. Technicolor television speak to me Show me all the people that I wish I could be There's nothing I can do but just sit here and dream And justify why I never did anything.
4.
Dragging weight up a muddy hill As the drizzle turns to a downfall What are you gonna do when they come searching for you And your wife and daughter's gone? You scared them away in a drunken rage 'Cause the wolves were eating your sheep And so you grab your gun, you are the only one Who can protect your family's keep. CHORUS: Weep over your handiwork Guilt and death begin to lurk You quickly try to justify, 'I thought they were wolves!' You yell into the sky. Ran into the woods 'cause you heard a stick break Those wolves would get it now You aim and you fire, the situation was dire When you saw you shot your spouse And your daughter saw and began to shout So you panicked and you shot her too And then the rain, it fell as you slipped into this hell What are you gonna do? CHORUS You start to dig a shallow grave You've been to jail before and that is not your place You loved them both with all of your heart They'd want you to get a new start They'd want you to get a new start They'd want you to get a new start. CHORUS He put the gun up to his head 'Goodbye, cruel world, I'd rather be dead!'
5.
I asked you quietly, 'Is this how you want to be?' Well, I told you politely, 'Just let me be' I said to your face, 'Leave me alone' I know that time will pass, and you'll change your tone CHORUS: I would like to think it's over But we've only just begun Because the wheel just keeps a-spinning We probably won't ever be done We'll just keep taking a break See how much more we can take Before the wheel comes around again The wheel comes around again The wheel comes around again. This is wrong, but it feels so right Why don't I take you home tonight? Do I want to find myself there again? Right now I could really use a friend Then we'll wake up and hate what we've done Another failed attempt at avoiding that one. CHORUS I hate to love you I love to hate you Every door that I think is new Leads me to you. CHORUS
6.
Hold your silver locket Keep it in your pocket Even though that boy is off the market You can play the ragged peasant Try hard to be pleasant Your cries for me or for anyone are deafening You see what you tossed away then Rises again Your eyes saw sunrise But you stayed in bed. CHORUS: Charcoal heart Never fell apart But caught fire in the dark Inferno valve Eternal doubt If something as dark and as cold as that charcoal Could burst into embers and flames that sparkle Then how could I expect this? Her expired v-card Gets seen by a police car And they're holding her back so she cannot see far You see what she tossed away then Rises again Her eyes saw sunrise But she stayed in bed. CHORUS You see what she tossed away then Rises again Her eyes saw sunrise But she stayed in bed. CHORUS
7.
Eleven 04:07
Meeting all the creatures that you didn't want to see Call them gods or demons, doesn't matter at all to me Isolate your senses and take this LSD There's a world below us we weren't ever supposed to see. CHORUS: It's in your head But it tends to slither out every now and then Comes as a part of yourself It's in your head You could keep it there until they strapped you to that chair They pushed that part of you out. Roaming through the darkness goes your reckless Mr. Hyde Taking all its victims for all the years it's had to hide Cautions weren't made when they tampered with your mind Helped them free a dark side that they didn't want to find. CHORUS
8.
My own heartbeat gives me a headache There's something about it that makes me wish it'd go away Go away And my own smile makes my head sick Littered with thoughts like, 'Do I really deserve this?' Deserve this And what's the brain and heart When they're drifting apart? And what good is a door When it's bolted to the floor? There's something in my mind That always clicks rewind But I try to ban these thoughts from my head. CHORUS: We are on fire tonight We'll pull the plug to help it burn so bright Right this wrong, or wrong this right The shining armor's been stripped from this knight. I know we kept on saying we were gonna pull though But we have an issue And it's not something new And I know we kept on saying we would leave this behind But it's still on my mind And it's still on your mind I hear you run, heard you scream and shout If I'm being real honest, kind of freaked me out But this is my home and I'm here to stay Is it best to just fall to my knees and pray? CHORUS
9.
Phoenix 03:26
Out of the loop So we're not spooked By sparks of truth You'll close the door Covered in decor To distract us from your war Till you finish building what's in store. All hail the queen She's so serene Soaked in kerosene She'll light the flame And burn away Only to rise another day Killing phoenixes is not easy. CHORUS: Will you play the game Or be restrained? No room for change Will you play the game Or be restrained? A printed smile Photo with a child Make the gimmick last a while Stacked benjamins In counts of ten Make the phoenix rise again Endless cycles where she came and went. CHORUS I'm already sick Of these antics And being tricked It is quite a shame You gotta play the game To beat the phoenix Following the rules when they're not explained Do you have now shame? CHORUS
10.
Trampolines 03:47
Sitting in the waiting room While gears around me turn Was told they'd come to get me But it seems I'm left to burn When will I learn? This is gonna hurt. CHORUS: Things are never quite what they seem When the grass is blue and the sky is green You've got your people bouncing on trampolines Try not to make a scene. Looking over my shoulder I've been doing it for days Where's the extra room When 'friendly's just a phase? When wil I learn? This is gonna hurt. CHORUS So break a sweat And don't forget To hide what you mean A masquerade Of hats, berets And anything to hide your face Just try not to make a scene. When will I learn? This is gonna hurt. CHORUS
11.
Tiny Squares 03:25
I feel this new age sinking in A different wave I'm thinking in This billboard fires at my head Empty messages I must have read. What's an opinion To a media minion? You were calling the shots But now you've got a lot Of distractions on your glowing screen To break apart the flow of your stream. Message failed to send This is not the end. CHORUS: And your tiny squares Make you forget where You are I don't know where it begins But it shuts you in And you can't get very far. There's a hole in this conversation piece There's a new way to draw a boundary They upload pixels to my head But I'd rather have my own thoughts instead. Message failed to send This is not the end. CHORUS
12.
Push back the answers All hail the romancers Of gimmicks and lies Field by gorgeous dancers. Mind over matter Falls down the ladder Again. Caught by the sparkle Of tacky display Limelight for prophets Is carried away. Mind over matter Falls down the ladder Again. CHORUS: Love or hatred Nothing's sacred Fake it till you make it. Manipulated By puppeteers, hated By those that they hide from They won't be degraded. Mind over matter Falls down the ladder Again. CHORUS
13.
Hold on Take me for another spin I'll lose my grip one of these days. Hold on 'Cause I don't want to lose you It acts up everyday Losing the rest of my faith. Hold on Tired eyes try to fake a smile Even if it is just for a while And I'll try to stop time And I'll try to stop time Hold on Hold on Hold on.
14.
Exit Song 04:18
Plane's flying A baby's crying Think I'll throw on my headphones Pick a track Then I think back To the goodbyes not too long ago Years spent With the same old friends And the same unease With the same enemies Now they're memories Now they're memories Far behind me Far behind me. CHORUS: And this is my exit song Yeah, this is my exit song Yeah, this is my exit song Yeah, this is my exit song So long. Plane's landing I'm just understanding That something is really over A tinge of Sadness hits me Makes me wish I wasn't sober Main players are written off They get no more lines, not even a cough Now this time is done Now this time is done But I think I'll watch the re-runs. CHORUS

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released May 20, 2017

Written, performed, produced, mixed, and mastered by Sam Gleason
Co-produced by Jon Pascone
Co-engineered by Kevin Bohen and Matt DeLaus

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