Directed and filmed by Stuey Kuberick
Edited by Isaac Gale
Special thanks to David Jensen, Shaun Huberts and Vanessa Murnaghan
The song was produced, recorded and mixed by: John Congleton
Lyrics and arrangement: Astronautalis.
Music: Broken
Drums: McKenzie Smith.
Additional voices: Tegan Quin
Additional guitar and bass: John Congleton.
Strings: Daniel Hart
LYRICS:
I know, leaving is your life, built in your bones
No one can ever escape all their ghosts
So if you walk, you better learn to run
That's why I wrote this song
Your trail is covered with broken houses
You polished this pretty pearl of hope
That I want to parade your skeletons for everyone
But that's why I wrote this song
She always brought the best out of the deaf and blind, carrying fashionable canes and signs.
Tracing their clothes, like a judge of character in braile,
She never missed a lift, a bump or a line,
But fingertips will drift and miss from time to time. that's how we find…
Secrets that have escaped us,
Above the wit and charm on the whispered breath,
Frantically fishing for familiarity at your fingertips
It's just… ah… what is it? …It's a reparation.
I know his cane is just an act. The tin cup is a crutch for paralyzed honesty.
His perception killed, a lame deception. Which is surprising…we bought it see.
Every Harry, Dick, and Tom left his very fickle arms feeling a broken promise ring.
You follow me?
A hundred strong men choked under the bit,
While the blind bride guides the bridle into the abyss
And this can only end badly…
But damn, that's why I wrote this song.
Lionel Terray said it most truly, I put it to music,
We are all “Conquistadores of the Useless”.
What kind of fool is so stupid to climb a mountain,
Then go back to town without a photo to prove it?
I knew it,
From the moment I saw your eyes widen in the crowd,
That you would cut and run, but it's too late to turn back now.
It is when these burnt black clouds overwhelm the earth with a shroud,
May kings deserve this crown.
And this is how we get up, taking the fall,
Survive another winter until the thaw.
One day you will learn to filter tea with your teeth
And maybe find the strength to move towards the top.
Press the thin again until I can't breathe.
I've swallowed so much of my damn pride that's suffocating me.
The risk is not a slip taken on the edge of a peak,
The real danger is to get to the bottom of things.
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