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Here Be Mountains
03:43
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When I first came here, I felt like a stranger
I couldn't leave my parents or my brother
I sat on the grass as the time slowly passed
Watching people try to talk to one another
And no one knew me
We all had dispositions of our own
I stared quite rudely
Wishing I could leave and go back home
But then you touched my shoulder
And I no longer felt concealed
You whispered "Here be mountains, the kind of flesh and bone.
"The others don't quite notice.
"They won't believe it's real,
"Until you show to them that you are not alone."
Just like I'd imagined, I found some companions
And it felt like we'd been friends in other lifetimes
But I couldn't see if this was real intimacy
Or maybe prattle chasing fear into the sidelines
'Cause no one knew me
We all had dispositions of our own
I stared quite rudely
Wishing I could leave and go back home
But then you touched my shoulder
And I no longer felt concealed
You whispered "Here be mountains, the kind of flesh and bone.
"The others don't quite notice.
"They won't believe it's real,
"Until you show to them that you are not alone."
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Middle Earth at Midnight
03:36
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Far away from home
There resides a broken kingdom of gold
A call to roam
Outside the little Hobbiton house and the comforts of The Shire
He was a simple man
That is, until he found himself with the dwarves
Then off he ran
Toward The Misty Mountain and the heart of dragon fire
The girl two rows behind me bellows cheap and harrowing profanities
It seems that all the Tolkien fans have had a little more to drink than me
On the mountainside
The light of Durin's Day reveals a stone door
He crept inside
To find the family heirloom and reclaim the golden hall
Then the dragon wakes
Flies into town and there is shot through the heart
The kingdom shakes
With fervor of the dwarves' return and the mighty dragon's fall
The girl two rows behind me bellows cheap and harrowing profanities
It seems that all the Tolkien fans have had a little more to drink than me
My friends and I, we do our best to keep our own opinions to ourselves
Surrendering to the fairytale, the land of eagles, wizards, wraiths and elves
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What the Cold Brought in
03:05
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The sun had not yet arose
Before all sensation was lost in my toes
And so I woke early that morning
The walls were weathered and frail
Unable to hold back the south wind's assail
The cold had come without any warning
And I'm afraid of what the winter brings
Turning roads and breezes into treacherous things
So I'll stay inside and reconcile with phantoms
Finding proverbs on the walls of solitude
I went to the corner cafe
The first time I left my apartment all day
Thinking I'd find someone who knew me
Clearly, no one was there
I sat in the corner and tried not to care
But my unease, it filtered right through me
And I'm afraid of what the winter brings
Turning roads and breezes into treacherous things
So I'll stay inside and reconcile with phantoms
Finding proverbs on the walls of solitude
Reading "Loneliness is safer than abandon
"It's a part of how you see this journey through."
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Jessica
02:18
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My oh my, my lady dear
I can hear your laugh from here
Jessica, I'll be your man
It's not impossible
All I need is the recipe
That makes this dream a reality
But then, would we be able to
Evade the obstacles
Of this life?
I don't know
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Do you remember when I, I invited you to the reservoir?
Instead you turned to wine and cigarettes outside the local bar
I know I wove excuses out of paper bags as an odd retort
But I will try and turn my toleration into my support
We're lost in Ohio
I should have known that he would, he would take you down like he did before
He knows a thousand ways to break your heart and leave you wanting more
My only remedies are songs and fairytales I cannot explain
But I will try and stand beside you now as you tango with your pain
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I tried reading all your pages
I sat in restaurants and stared you down
But though there's wisdom in your phrases
I couldn't quite keep up with what you'd found
One day, I'll take the time to find out who you were
But now, I think it's time I take you back to her
To the one who dances every single day
Setting fire to her worries with a prayer
Once we sat across each other
Drunk on bourbon and devoid of time
Then we said to one another
I know I'll see you somewhere down the line
One day, we'll take the time to find out who you were
But now, I think it's time I take you back to her
To the one who dances every single day
Setting fire to her worries with a prayer
Crying, "Open, world, and carry me away
"Let this fervor reign and conquer my despair."
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Old Fashioned
02:00
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On a January day, in the shrill Ohio cold
I strolled into a bar to quell my fears of growing old
To poison the inception of this bright and angry day
Oh, I ordered an old fashioned and I drank my pains away
I ordered an old fashioned and I drank my pains away
One went down without a fuss, so another was bound to come
But the girl behind the bar was fighting off the local bum
He swore at her and then he broke his glass upon the wall
Then the liquor took ahold of me and I began the brawl
The liquor took ahold of me and I began the brawl
I didn't land a single blow, though I tried my very best
He laughed and then he landed seven blows upon my chest
I staggered for a moment, then I hit the wooden floor
The bum gave me the bird before he stumbled out the door
The bum gave me the bird before he stumbled out the door
When I stood back up again, I turned to the girl behind the bar
Her eyes were red with tears, and her mouth was quite ajar
She spoke, and for a moment I did think I heard her say
Have another good old fashioned, boy, and drink your pains away
But she kicked me out the bar to face this January day
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8. |
The Whims of Solitude
02:04
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With my forsaken thoughts I muse alone beside the shore
For I must journey on, without a notion of wherefore
I plead towards the sun, "Release your knowledge unto me
"Else I shall only know imagined solace by the sea"
There's something about the whims of solitude
It points to the road that takes me back to you
I tread through shallow ground without a guide to help me through
But then, I hear her voice: the wounded angel I once knew
Her song pervades the air, relieving me of my pretense
And now, a garden grows. Affections have no self-defense
There's something about the whims of solitude
It points to the road that takes me back to you
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Here in the corner, reticent as can be
I plan my divulgence, contingent on what they see
Oh, you, my undertaker
You, my avatar
You hold the romance, regardless of who they are
And no word can be erased
My ghost will be in space
Not in the ground
On a listless night, I can't shut you down
Or wield a light more suitably condoned
But these moors of solitude are all abound
With all the "Once upon a times" I've overgrown
There came the answer, the call to a prayer at bay
Take your leave of the wrong lights, the stratagems of decay
But who will listen to me?
Who, who knows I'm there?
Where are the totems? Combatants of my despair?
And no word can be erased
My ghost will be in space
Not in the ground
On a listless night, I can't shut you down
Or wield a light more suitably condoned
But these moors of solitude are all abound
With all the "Once upon a times" I've overgrown
For when I finally convince myself to go
And step outside and wander away
It's just as lonely now as when my eyes were closed
How can I leave your glow to face another day?
How can I leave your glow to face another day?
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I said to my lord and savior
That "I don't want a ship to sail
"And if you ever need me, I will be here in the glen"
But after a couple hundred years
The memories turn to fairytales
And all I ever dream of is him coming home again
I know that he's probably long and gone
A mortal man's a feeble thing
Regardless of his sorcery, he is somewhere in the ground
As soon as I find the fortitude
I'll travel there upon my wings
And mourn the one who set me free to caper all around
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11. |
Last Look
06:14
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Four fine years have passed me by
Four years of grass and snow
It's part of the design
The time has come, and now I have to go
One last whiskey for the road
One last walk through the glade
We're crowned in our own scars
Thriving off of the mistakes we made
The road to go back home, it never seemed so strange
But in taking the posters down, we turn another page
Now we tread on ice in the spring
Knowing the ground could crack like a wishbone and desecrate everything
I feel you pulling me close
Whispering temptations of burning my bridges and claiming what matters most
In the early after-hours
We're drunk on fireball
And still we stay outside
We're not inclined to go to sleep at all
The road to go back home, it never seemed so strange
But in taking the posters down, we turn another page
Now we tread on ice in the spring
Knowing the ground could crack like a wishbone and desecrate everything
I feel you pulling me close
Whispering temptations of burning my bridges and claiming what matters most
You've been staring me down
Waiting 'till you could grab both my shoulders and throttle me all around
But I've resilience in me
I'm flanked by a hundred dreamers whose notions are sturdy as maple trees
We have broken through
We're not afraid of you
It's clear now that we can be
Masters of agency
Tried and true
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Drill Bit is a solo project conceived by New Yorker Arif Silverman. The project is continually expanding and experimenting. Feedback is much appreciated!
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