New Song: Collapse
This is a first draft of a song marg and I are working on together. She wrote the words and sang. We may do some rearranging later, but here's what we have today!
It's about how, over the course of your life, the millions of potential avenues your existence could take start to whittle down to the thread you actually do follow. It doesn't treat with the other side of the equation, the opening of new doors when old ones close, but then sometimes simple and gloomy is fun.
Collapse
Words and music (c) 2008 Marg and Mark Frey
some other lover, job or cover, an appointment missed
right turn instead of left
a pill not taken, letter sent, the knife that slipped
companion never met
unheeded choices left along the way
like so much highway trash
flying so fast you can't see the dreams
mixed with the roadkill and cigarettes
(chorus)
the closer you are to what you'll be
the further from what could have been
you could regret that things turned out differently,
but some roads are better left for dead
stalking away through the storm
instead of turning back to explain
possibilities collapsing they can’t all come true
one devours the next
(chorus)
mettle tested, conflicts bested, open up the box
living an educated guess
how many moments wasted focused on the little things
for an illusion of control
(chorus)
(chorus)
It's about how, over the course of your life, the millions of potential avenues your existence could take start to whittle down to the thread you actually do follow. It doesn't treat with the other side of the equation, the opening of new doors when old ones close, but then sometimes simple and gloomy is fun.
Collapse
Words and music (c) 2008 Marg and Mark Frey
some other lover, job or cover, an appointment missed
right turn instead of left
a pill not taken, letter sent, the knife that slipped
companion never met
unheeded choices left along the way
like so much highway trash
flying so fast you can't see the dreams
mixed with the roadkill and cigarettes
(chorus)
the closer you are to what you'll be
the further from what could have been
you could regret that things turned out differently,
but some roads are better left for dead
stalking away through the storm
instead of turning back to explain
possibilities collapsing they can’t all come true
one devours the next
(chorus)
mettle tested, conflicts bested, open up the box
living an educated guess
how many moments wasted focused on the little things
for an illusion of control
(chorus)
(chorus)

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