1. |
Idiomatic
05:01
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Pride comes before the fall
But so does summertime
Oh, and I'd give it my all
To break this makeshift paradigm
"Grasp at straws," I'm told
But now the shortest straw is mine
I'll spin it into gold
Or I could break the camel's spine
It's robotic. It's automatic
Idiotic from a schematic
It's all idiomatic
It's been done. It's not enigmatic
Ideas un-idiosyncratic
We're all idiomatic
Woah, Idiomatic
Woah, Idiomatic
Back against the wall the writing's on
So tear it down to unturned
Rolling stones with blood thicker than
Water under the bridge you burned
Crossed fingers and
Hearts both bear the
Cross and double-cross your mind's eye
Cut your losses
But not corners
Measure twice then cut out to dry
Curiosity skinned the cat
Who has my tongue in the other cheek
Turned cold just like the shoulder
You cry "wolf in black sheep's clothes" on
Spend time in my shoes if they fit
One will drop for those who wait and see
Though once blind as bats out of
Hell in hand-baskets of eggs gone
Bad to the bone thrown to dogs
Left lying through grit teeth so long
To shots I'll make or break
Even though, odds are, ends justify the mean-streak
So take my word and keep it
With your chin up ahead in the clouds
Lined with silver and gold calves
Running with the herd but not seen
Steeling nerves wracked like brains frozen
In time that flies in the face I
Spited by blowing my nose off
Tracks I'm lost on the wrong side of
History repeats after me
Follow suit yourself or my lead
Buried alive and wished well
Fed to the poisoned well-oiled machine
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2. |
Intentions
04:16
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How could friendship come to this?
Have I not made it clear?
I'd pull you from the abyss
If I felt welcome here
And you know
I'd martyr myself again
I'd barter my self-respect
You see obsession unchecked
I see someone to protect
The hell-bound highway is paved
And you're along for the ride
You never asked to be saved
That's not for you
My intentions are saving the day
Just like I always knew they would
Once you understood
My intentions are paving the way
To help who they should
Please tell me they're good
I'm enlisting for your fight
And never looking back
Altruists, the whitest knights
Can never fade to black
You invited me in at the start
You stuck out your neck
And now you're left holding a stake in my heart
And I still won't reflect
You know
I'd martyr myself again
I'll start to value neglect
You call my motives suspect
But we know how you deflect
The hell-bound highway is paved
And you're along for the ride
You never asked to be saved
That's not for you to decide
Help can always be found
It might be at your expense
I'll fight with no common ground
I'll fight with no common sense
Another pile of flesh owed
A blood vow I won't survive
Another mile of fresh road
We'll follow 'til we arrive
My intentions are saving the day
Just like I always knew they would
Once you understood
My intentions are paving the way
To help who they should
Please tell me they're good
Tell me that they're good
Tell me that they're good
Tell me that they're good
Tell me that they're good
Tell me that they're good
Tell me that they're good
Tell me that they're good
Tell me that they're good
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3. |
Independent
03:29
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We fought for a chance
To sell our souls to different buyers
And paid an advance
To preach to faithless choirs
Well, genius finds the light
But what tips scales for mediocre?
Social parasite
Wind in your sales, or hot-air broker?
Was there a time
When we could be independent?
Before every rhyme
Was focus tested on the internet?
No, it's not a crime
Just cynically codependent
So use every dime
To boost, beg, and misrepresent
(Was there a time?)
(Was there a time?)
Was there a time when we could be independent?
Was there a time when this was just independent?
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4. |
Ideate
03:45
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So there you are
Where do you stand?
Besides beside me, nearly hand in hand?
There are things occurring I don't understand
And they keep recurring, seemingly unplanned
Yeah
When every half-seen non-flirtation
Is kerosene on conflagration
And dealing with the building tension's
Revealing all my true intentions
I'm falling in and out of love with an idea
Which isn't real
So if you feel like I feel too
Tell me what I feel, and if it's true
In and out of love with an idea
Which can't be real
I'll lie right to your face
Then lie right here in wait
And ideate
My closest friend
I don't know how I want this all to end
There are times I fear this time I can't pretend
These are things it's clear that time could never mend
Yeah
So I'll dissect each conversation
It's subject to interpretation
Is unremitted building tension
Just unrequited fascination?
From falling in and out of love with an idea
Which isn't real
So if you feel like I feel too
Tell me what I feel, and if it's true
In and out of love with an idea
Which can't be real
I'll lie right to your face
Then lie right here in wait
And ideate
I only want what's best for you
My heart wants to relate to you
Or am I just obsessed with you?
I'm starting to conflate the two
In and out of love with an idea
Which isn't real
So if you feel like I feel too
Tell me what I feel, and if it's true
In and out of love with an idea
Which can't be real
I'll lie right to your face
Then lie right here in wait
And ideate
For you
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5. |
Indomitable
04:21
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6. |
Iconoclast
04:47
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We'll never know
When our time's up, or where it goes
Will we go with the flow
And show yesterday is worth less than tomorrow?
Epochs and eons (We move on)
Are the greatest gone? (They move on)
You've become withdrawn
Conclusions foregone
Leave it in the past
Let it be surpassed
It could never last
Call me
Nostalgia iconoclast
(We move on)
(They move on)
Nostalgia I-
Call me nostalgia iconoclast
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7. |
Imposter
05:14
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I wouldn't say it's a lie
A lie implies a truth
In these shreds of lost integrity and youth
You're in no spot to disagree
Or act like you know me
You know an identity
The pages strewn
Each once a new leaf
Changing my tune's become a leitmotif
A new facade. A new disaster
I'll beat the odds in crumbling plaster
I am Potemkin, model of wisdom
I'm getting by in my imposter system
It's no surprise, one day they'll say
They'll say that I'm not who I was
Who I was just yesterday
'Cause they know the game by now
The costume's a joke, but it's Halloween
It's all for them anyhow
They can choke on every smokescreen
A smile and frown
The masks that I own
When you pull one down,
there's just tendon and bone
A new facade. A new disaster
I'll beat the odds in crumbling plaster
I am Potemkin, model of wisdom
I'm getting by in my imposter system
A new facade. A new disaster
I'll beat the odds in crumbling plaster
I am Potemkin, model of wisdom
I'm getting by in my imposter system
Fallen facades. Hail their Debris Tsar
I'll beat the odds impaled on the rebar
I am Potemkin, model of wisdom
I'm getting by in my imposter system
My imposter system
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8. |
Ideate - acoustic
03:41
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So there you are
Where do you stand?
Besides beside me, nearly hand in hand?
There are things occurring I don't understand
And they keep recurring, seemingly unplanned
Yeah
When every half-seen non-flirtation
Is kerosene on conflagration
And dealing with the building tension's
Revealing all my true intentions
I'm falling in and out of love with an idea
Which isn't real
So if you feel like I feel too
Tell me what I feel, and if it's true
In and out of love with an idea
Which can't be real
I'll lie right to your face
Then lie right here in wait
And ideate
My closest friend
I don't know how I want this all to end
There are times I fear this time I can't pretend
These are things it's clear that time could never mend
Yeah
So I'll dissect each conversation
It's subject to interpretation
Is unremitted building tension
Just unrequited fascination?
From falling in and out of love with an idea
Which isn't real
So if you feel like I feel too
Tell me what I feel, and if it's true
In and out of love with an idea
Which can't be real
I'll lie right to your face
Then lie right here in wait
And ideate
I only want what's best for you
My heart wants to relate to you
Or am I just obsessed with you?
I'm starting to conflate the two
In and out of love with an idea
Which isn't real
So if you feel like I feel too
Tell me what I feel, and if it's true
In and out of love with an idea
Which can't be real
I'll lie right to your face
Then lie right here in wait
And ideate
For you
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TwoBitOperation New Jersey
TwoBitOperation is me, John Berges, a hobbyist composer living in suburbia, New
Jersey.
I've been writing electronic music for 15 years, from Synth-pop to Classical, all with underlying influences from video game music. Coincidentally, I also write video game music
While not composing, I am a professional video game designer; as well as an amateur writer, drummer, mixologist, and father.
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