how can you feel so much of nothing when it's supposed to be nothing?
it doesn't make sense how i feel so empty
if you look inside my soul you'll see the antarctic surface
but no penguins around, no research stations
just white horizons, cold air, stiller than anything
and it's cold, so numb, you can't feel a thing
that sounds about right
and all your days last all night
it's like the slowest lifetime. so much time to kill
there's no excitement catalysts to make this life seem fulfilled
so i might as well sit down.
and swallow up this absence of sound.
i could blend into the snow here,
lie down til my heart stops
and i'll be buried so naturally
and simply melt away from existence
'cause it's not like the world's gonna last so long
if anything it will be cyborgs who come along
and poke around through the ice shelfs
looking for answers for the timeless question
"how did they get so fucked up?"
i'll be the ocean then,
i'll sink to darkest depths,
through ruined and forgotten, forsaken species
here to reclaim their earth
and i won't see the sun anymore.
credits
from the blurst of times,
released October 1, 2013
alto sax performed and recorded in a bakersfield park bathroom by chris nguyen
supported by 7 fans who also own “(all you have left) is nothing”
This is just one of those albums that are in the perfect place at the perfect time. If you described it to me, I probably wouldn't listen to it, so just go listen to it. Seriously. You'll be glad you did. Morgan LaVigne