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Monotony​/​Metonymy

by Youths on Skates

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1.
Your memories won't go all at once They'll go piece by piece, incomplete Yeah, I love this car but it's going to die So let's drive one last time down this street I won't remember this happening If I do, full of impurities Maybe a word out of context Maybe smoke billowing from distant factories So you can watch Fight Club for the fifty-sixth time But I'm gonna stay home and feel like I'm alive All of my friends are sick of me I remember you standing too close to me I remember you adjusting your shades That's about all I remember And it'll be even less when it fades
2.
When the sun sets, it gets dim enough For you to realize that it's a perfect sphere And I am just so full of love It's blinding to see and it's deafening to hear You walk across the floors of flooded rooms As if you're not all there But the truth is that the rest of us Just have to keep swimming up for air Our Jackrabbit Slim's vaulted ceiling defends Your gaze all glazed from the opposite ends My wounds are like jewels, your eyes are like dials No one finds the right words or trials These barren backyards can't make anyone right Gross shifting of blame will make me shake your advice When you speak of great rifts between below and above It makes me feel incapable of love I don't wanna avoid it Gonna say it as loud as I can You're gonna wanna brace yourself When the truth comes barreling in
3.
No one's afraid of anything here So I won't let it show That I can still feel your breath That I still can't even feel my own They're called house centipedes And everyone was afraid of them as kids But I could go it alone, on my own, I'd like to Well, everything around dies, I guess we're all bound to But I don't want anyone to know I was here So I'll just go it alone, on my own, fight fear No one's afraid of anything here Everyone accepts the love But it won't get spread to me They don't know, but I know it's carried by awful bugs So if you offer anything I guarantee it will be returned As a shell of what it once was Mangled and mashed, bruised and burned
4.
I was lost Until you found me, chopstick in cigarette grip I'm so blessed To know you're the only other honest person I've left Gone on vigil Beneath the light pollution and weeping willow So burn your art You told them it no longer speaks their part If you're looking for companionship I can give you that But if you're looking for anything else I don't know what that means Because the night does something to us The night does something to us To each his own Never meant you have to go it alone But why even care It would all mean nothing if you weren't there I need someone to check me When I think I know what to do And if you're looking for something else I think I know what you mean Because the night does something to me The night does something to me In the back of your truck All we say is true Every move we make means something And music sounds better with you This song will be blared in the Lakota West parking lot You don't have to say it It's a cycle of ruin and renew I know I'm tactlessly terse But music sounds better with you In lawn chairs for five hours Drunk on thoughts we won't ensue I won't ever deserve how much Music sounds better with you
5.
I'm out on the lawn Herding all the stars but one Into my blindspot Young men and women Obsessed with sleep as if it's Small deaths not lost time Do we artbusting? It's orgone or it's gone from Our creased canvases See a storm coming Sourgrass and serviceberry I'm good at nothing Wasps will turn to whales and aviators will set sail When the flowers wilt pale as the skin on ocean shells Leaving feeling worse than when they arrived No whiplike chokecherry branch, no cool water drowning new grass No legal pad of askings out or derinding of oranges None of it will hurt you, you minor god and I won't let it hurt you I've refused to use the gun on the wall for this long, what's four more years? I see you, your skin, you must bleach in the sun, 'cause you get fairer while the rest of Earth sears.
6.
Oidhche Mhath! I hold a match all poor of mind and grip What heat that spreads it spreads from tip to tip And shocked and stunned I jolt my hand away My neck my back my legs the ground give way I collapse as fragrant smoke fills the air Your legs still bent over the back of your chair I hit a deer and saw it clear the road The car was fine but I still wretched and bowed Unable to conceive carrion crow Attracted to the feeble body's glow A half-pot of half-caff off yesterday's used, swollen grounds My spirit at half-mast, still aimlessly making its rounds Nine degrees Feels like negative one Not a cloud Just salt stains and white sun Coffee breath Cracking my neck again Sutherland Constant adjustments now I sense a coming shift but I'm not sure when My weekly keening wants I should tell you then Our unspoken expectation won A healthy way of dealing with our one Examined life worth living fully through Is daily ringing less and less as true Or was daily ringing less and less as true At least until the day that I met you I could see blood in the sink from over there But I saw no cut, no red teeth, and you didn't seem scared Okay
7.
I was told I should not be frightened I was told I would not last long Oh God, I guess you weren't joking It starts and ends with us being wrong I will devote my life to science I'll see you through the thickest glass Oh God, I guess you weren't joking I'll be the peace you rest in at last But I will surround myself with things I love Until I cannot create anything I don't love Thing I don't love
8.
Even the wealthiest universities Line their streets with sodium vapor lamps And even the nicest city planners Are all gonna keep death close at hand 'Cause great art produces great comfort But great comfort can't produce great art The truth comes from isolation But isolation must be there from the start Your baby's coming to save you Tea drinker's curaga without consent Love must mean so much to you plural But I still really enjoy how you mess with my head
9.
Stoic standing in this lonely, sandy dune of a ditch Letting all these grains restrict the pores of quite the dumb (ah) Digging deep to hover over how I can't make sense of it And numbing the hope that I can never be alone when I quit Futures of hiding in the woods or residing in an attic Either method will never settle with the bold and nomadic I drift through green light after green light after false after true But why would you ever focus on you? Head pressed against greasy masonite with the awful sight Of spiteful objects dimly lit by harsh, dim light All this doing and going hasn't kept me afloat But I saw Sweeney get his razors back just like they wrote
10.
Forty-two stories tall and hugging its knees This cathedral's awful thin Can't tell the bird from its song Can't hunt a nest I'm not in Something sacrificial, Southern And best of all, sincere If I can't support this man Then why am I here?
11.
Exhale 03:56
I sat in the garage for about an hour Then I laid in bed about an hour more I'd only spoken to you once in my life The sun was shining but there was still salt on the road But I won't go back I love this too much Yeah, it brings me down But I won't go back Is there something wrong with your head? Is there something wrong with your throat? One minute and forty-five seconds That's all it takes to change everything There may be something wrong with my head There may be something wrong with my throat But nothing could have prepared me for how I felt There may be something wrong with your throat But nothing could have prepared me for how I felt I still love you

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Youths on Skates' self-released debut album

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released July 16, 2014

Youths on Skates is:
Dan Willis - guitar, piano, percussion, bass, drums, trombone, computer, vocals
Jeremy Myint - drums, vocals
Brian Smith - bass, vocals
Shivam Shah - synth, organ, piano, vocals

Recorded by:
Viet Nguyen at the Nguyen household, West Chester, OH
Dan Willis at the University of Pittsburgh Music Engineering Laboratory, Pittsburgh, PA.

Additional Recording by:
Viet Nguyen at his apartment, Cincinnati, OH
Dan Willis at the Smith, Kipina, and Willis households, West Chester, OH

Art by Eric Willis, Jake Stern, and Dan Willis

All songs written written by Dan Willis, except
Tracks 1 and 10 written by Dan Willis and Robert Ipach
Track 8 written by Dan Willis and Saeed Piracha

Produced, mixed and mastered by Dan Willis

Special thanks to:
Mom, Dad, Eric, Jamie, Jeremy, Brian, Shivam, Robert, Viet, Kipina, Adam, and Saeed

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Youths on Skates is an Ohio-based experimental pop project founded by me, Dan Willis.

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