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A Scrapbook of Things We Wish to Forget

by Without Eve

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1.
Everything’s a shade so if the memories remain In the morning after shots they can carry me away On a gurney for god’s sake With John Brown’s body a-mouldering in the grave Perhaps there’s hope we can be saved There’s a skeleton inside me just dying to get out To crawl into his grave in the warm, warm south With fear in his marrow and cotton in his mouth He lives in trenches with the worms and the burning gout And he’s still not sure what we’re fighting about I saw a man jumping down from the moon He hanged himself from a starry old noose Every crater was another fucking bruise And his weathered face had been trampled by boots Of men who claimed they knew his quiet truths I dreamt that I could be at peace But the nightmares come and they tear at me So I take my pills or I count my sheep And my body shakes when I go to sleep But I've got no one to comfort me
2.
Water Runs 04:16
Oh, the way the water runs It warps the light of summer suns It takes me down the river’s song Is done Comfort comes, but misery It stays in bed with memories And writes it name in diaries Like love can save Sickness sits in bones that beg for Change the past can’t leave, it just Remains and I just cannot turn the page The edges fray Take me somewhere I can be at peace The ocean cools my calloused feet And shelters me from sweltering heat I need released Mothered by the earth that turns on me They tell me sleep is for the weak So I’m alive, but I am meek Inheriting Oh, the way the water runs It races me, I've never won Time keeps marching to a drum And I’m no one Oh, the way the water runs
3.
I saw a dream at a stoplight My eyes were red and my soul was waiting I took a shot at the good life I gave up love so I’d stop debating Take me down the broken highway seems the only place to go Save yourselves cause you won’t ever save somebody you don’t know I was alive inside a coffin That my tired bones had called a home I lost my voice just screaming stop it I lost my voice by writing tomes Take me down the broken highway seems the only place to go Save yourselves cause you won’t ever save somebody you don’t know Don’t tell me now what I've missed I know that something is amiss Don’t talk to me about some kiss I’m used to hopelessness Take me down the broken highway seems the only place to go Save yourselves cause you won’t ever save somebody you don’t know
4.
The way she tries her hardest not smile when she lies The kind of night where starlight and her eyes seem to collide The way you reach out for her hand, like she could make you something that you’re not There’s solace in her arms, but she can only find it in her thoughts Sweet Nothing comes, but she don’t stay for very long All the men who turn their heads to her are caught up in her song Yeah, her voice is quiet comfort with no sense of right or wrong Is this where you belong She loves Italian leather, but she stays Venetian blind All this talk of losing her will make you lose your mind Beautiful Bathsheba in bathrobe made of silk Well, I’d send my soul to battle and sing songs about my guilt Sweet Nothing comes, but she don’t stay for very long All the men who turn their heads to her are caught up in her song Yeah, her voice is quiet comfort with no sense of right or wrong Is this where you belong I’ve been lying lonely in a bed built for a king Seven angels watch me as I commit seven sins Watch me drink myself to death Pillars topple at my strength Sweet Nothing comes, but she don’t stay for very long All the men who turn their heads to her are caught up in her song Yeah, her voice is quiet comfort with no sense of right or wrong Is this where you belong
5.
My friend, she refers to people as nightmares But me, I never dream But when she drowned in the bathroom, all the nightmares arrived I was the first one on the scene The smell of sage in the air, the smoke in the kitchen Was hanging there like a scar Yeah, the piercing was gone, but the pain lingers on The spirits run but they don’t get too far So light a match, try to fire me up I bought her clover charms and I gave her my love And I soldered a locket and I tried to walk It’s so hard to fall from above Well she left me her fortune, but diamonds mean nothing When money is all that you’ve got So I think of her fondly and kneel by the graveside Where flowers look lonely in pots Schizophrenics have memories of false sounds and visions Of hauntings by sorry old ghosts Sobbing voices and shouting, unwashed tattered clothes It was the house that suffered the most So I build a bridge just to get off the ground I stole her tattered coat from the old lost and found And I wore it around like it still held the sound Of her voice when we talked on the phone So I Marvell at marble, sing to my coy mistress That she should if she pleases refuse To join me on earth, fuck the comfort of dirt For lady, who deserves this state?
6.
My actions are a paradox My memory's a broken clock That rings inside a coffin And refuses to be snuffed By the awful choking silence That sweeps across the room But leaves a tattered mess That is brushed up by the broom That you’re staring at for hours Just wishing it would move By itself like there’s some magic That’s been left by waning moons That disappear in darkness To be brought to shattered tombs Living pharaoh dreams and splitting seams The mummified remains Of a tired king whose rule remains Engraved in history Like a book can keep a secret Of a suicidal ghost That lives on in words its written hurt Is stuck inside a page And he’s singing for help to get him out But the ink is just a stain
7.
Inside this shoe box, I see faded smiles That only you can reclaim So you can try to tell me every stop sign is a green light Like my eyes are red from power, not from shame I am still alive, but we are not for very long And I can try to capture memories in cameras or in songs We are so much more We are so much more We are so much more Than we thought I know memories fade, but the feelings still remain I can trap you in a book, but you won’t stay The busted radio plays songs I swear we’d know If the static disappeared, I’d sing your name Go my tired friend Walk the path to make amends The universe will spread until it ends
8.
It feels like you just left yesterday But I tell you that I’m okay anyway I’m not even sure what I would say If you were to ask me How ya doing? I’m doing alright I know I’ve felt worse, do you remember that night That he spun you around and the candles all died It could have been worse, yeah but so could anything Dying thoughts of living life here Wading through the rivers of cheap beer I’m drowning in the pity of my peers That always seem to ask me How ya doing? I’m doing alright I know I’ve felt worse, do you remember that night That he spun you around and the candles all died It could have been worse, yeah but so could anything You sit there with books about romance Remember when you taught me how to dance You’re my ghost of chances that I had When you tried to ask me How ya doing? I’m doing alright I know I’ve felt worse, do you remember that night That he spun you around and the candles all died It could have been worse, yeah but so could anything So If I've got to change my lanes, I’m going to do it with a Jersey Slide No more hiding out in the dugout, just hoping that the cops pass by I’m tired of saving face for the sake of not losing my mind I’m the poster boy for human hatred, and my ads are in actual size Everyone I have met is the biggest fuck I’ve ever seen And I’m tired of all my thoughts being something they call obscene So if I’m broke and you’re making money, consider my debt repaid I’ve spent all my time making something that I have only come to hate So fuck me if you think I’m lonely, and piss off if you think I care Every dream I’ve had ended slowly, and then turned into a new nightmare
9.
For the first time in a long time you smiled at me I think you’re happy, but I’m not sure what that means I’ve seen stranger things; I’ve seen ships out at sea And I wished that I could be at peace The music’s loud but we’re quiet now I love you but I don’t know how The silent pilgrims are looking for homes The words we say don’t belong to anyone The way you kissed me, I felt so alone I’m tired of checking my unbothered phone And it’s thousands of messages haunted by ghosts That refuse to be silenced, they scream and they moan Yeah, the highest highs have the lowest lows And I’m coughing in the old dirt road Where I planted a seed that never seems to grow But it envies the time that I gave you that rose That you wore for the night until it died in a pose It struck when you cried and we watched it decompose And it never seems to leave me alone And I’ve tried to pick myself up I love you if that’s still enough And I’ve tried to get myself lost I’m hoping that you’ll be missing me My friend finds his solace in TV shows They capture his mind, he forgets what he knows And he envies the actors, the lines that they’re fed The wisdom they dispense, his disbelief suspended On some romantic notion of human devotion His heart on his sleeve like he still thinks emotion Is something that I’m still capable of So someone give me a new drug to take Cause I’m not happy with my current fate Yeah, someone give me something new to fuck up Cause I am looking for another crutch Now I am giving up the chase. I’m tired of running in the human race

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This is the part of the record that I'm supposed to talk about the ...well, record. If there's one piece of writing advice I've heard from anybody who's ever picked up a pen, whether it be some genius poet or somebody writing a shopping list, it's "write what you know." And if I know anything, it's my own memories. For better or worse, every moment of our lives gets put into this mental photo album full of things that we want to remember forever or a scrapbook of things we wish to forget. I'll try to avoid any pretentious ramblings about memories and what they mean and their symbolism, because a great deal of the ones in this record are fabricated or exaggerated, but the ones we wish to forget always tend to be the most real, and sometimes, the most worth keeping.

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released December 27, 2012

All songs written, recorded, and produced by Adam Seighman in his parents' basement. So thanks to them, I guess, for having a basement.

And thanks to you if you're actually listening to this. If you're not, then I don't know what you're reading this for.

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