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Burned again but, you know, "you're gonna learn your lesson next time."
Those wounds may heal slow but we've got nowhere to be.
And I hope we don't get that low, to give up and never find
the fastest way to grow and run until we're free.
When was the last time you imagined how it could be
and lead yourself to find anything you believe?
They try and wall us back and make it hard to breathe
but I can fit through cracks, if you'll follow me.
What the TVs say. "You're gonna learn your lesson next time."
We can't travel by day but we've got nowhere to be.
We've come too far delayed to give up and never find
an end of the blame. We'll run until we're free.
We're burned again.
What the radios say. "You're gonna learn your lesson next time."
We fly on cardboard planes but we've got nowhere to be.
We've come too far to pray, to give up, and never find:
These walls can't make us stay. We'll run until we're free.
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You know, we can read the same books,
no matter income or the color of our skin.
We all get burned or buried, lose our looks.
Time doesn't care whatever gender we begin.
But time can't take our dreams,
even if we do forget these things.
The bird that flies over the field
doesn't know the fences underneath.
Hot showers, fresh flowers, half hours, what's ours.
If we changed things today,
it's easy
and what a difference it would make.
There's nothing that our dreams can't pass,
even if we do forget all that.
The bird that sits within the cage,
if opened up, it flies away.
Hot showers, fresh flowers, half hours, what's ours,
fair treatment, agreement, achievement, completeness.
If we changed things today,
it's easy
and what a difference it would make.
It's easy.
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Seeing all their half closed eyes, shaky hands, and wrinkled necks. Unsure answer. Unsure choice. Probing passiveness and sweat. Pushing words into their mouths. Pushing lead into a dot. Touching pages they don't like. Touching thoughts that they don't want. Filing in. Filing out. Filing in. Loose grip. Please, fall from my hand. Loose lips. Loose plans. Loose grip. Please, fall from my life. Loose expectations. Filing in. Filing out. Filing in. Filing out. Clocking in. Clocking out. Clocking in. Here's your paper. Her'e your desk. Here's your future. Are you happy yet? Here's your role. Here's your cage. Here's your robe. Here's your name. Are you fulfilled? Are you brave? Are you asleep? What's your age? Are you complete? Are you sad? It's not scary. It's really not that bad. Filing in. Clocking in.
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When we talk, the closer we seem.
We're not really so different, I mean.
We all hope one day to live out our dreams,
our hearts to love, our minds to be free.
Every night I fall asleep, I wake up from a falling dream.
No matter how I lose my feet and even though I cannot see,
it must scare me to be truly free, other than from gravity.
In my mind I'm truly free.
Let's begin again, again.
Put an end to an end.
Let's begin again, again.
Put an end to an end.
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I feel as though I'm just coming to terms with time.
Now, I don't save every song.
No need for that picture deleting some of mine.
I'm fine if some memories are gone.
How much of my life have I missed looking at this phone
and who did I leave behind?
I think of all places that I want to see when we can go.
Can we go back home, if you don't mind?
It's not the life that our parents made it seem.
I like the way we are when we're in quarantine.
Who is that 6-figure-man I'm supposed to be.
I like the way we are when we're in quarantine.
A stain snuck out from the corner I can see.
I should know these 4 walls better.
I've made another ghost across the room from me.
She would love me if I let her.
Bought a budget grill and it has changed my life.
A little grass outside my home.
Apartments stacked so far like mountains to my eyes.
Some of us are stuck here all alone.
I feel a little lame but I need to remind myself sometimes:
Remember others.
be good to others.
Remember yourself.
Be good to yourself.
We're kind of all the same but I need to remind myself sometimes:
Remember others.
be good to others.
Remember yourself.
Be good to yourself.
It's not the life that our parents made it seem.
I like the way we are when we're in quarantine.
My teenage self, I'm pretty sure would laugh at me
but I like the way we are when we're in quarantine.
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Tell me when you think we’ll call it quits,
close the motel, and travel again.
We can be alone.
Worked our youth away and had no kids.
A few more years before we start to live.
We can be alone.
You said we’ll go and
climb out of this low.
I feel fragile,
alone.
My mind wanders out.
You’re the rock that anchors me down.
In the room with the matador rug,
I wear the dress you always said you loved
so we can be alone.
I saw you fall.
Don’t die in this low!
I feel fragile,
alone.
Your heart ends its fight.
I hold your hand in mine so tight.
Now I’m alone.
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3 days are gone 2 weeks I go again.
Time I will never get back from them.
Golden light I cherish on my own.
I feel much better when I’m alone
Dark as night, I love the way it feels
when I’m gone. I’m not real.
Hear them fight about me up the stairs.
Times like this wish I was not aware.
Pinewood derby paint colors my hands.
He coes down to me and yells again.
Of the 7 hands around my head,
I trust my vision most. Lead me to bed.
These are machines
with purpose we cannot believe
and scale we cannot achieve
built over water.
Black and red and white,
The corners can guide you.
Built over water.
He always found a way to hurt my mind
and tried to bribe me money when I cried.
My false mother broke father with her lies
and locked me in a cage that I despised.
As I saw my father in my face,
America Pharoah won the race.
Though they never laid a hand on me,
the damage done now will forever be.
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Locked in the basement, I watch Ra die.
Light through the window measures my time.
Is this the worst it could be?
What if they find out I don't believe?
It's still dark in computer screen light.
Climb the stairs and welcome the night.
Your two left hands give.
Your two right hands take away.
That's no way to live,
In two houses I'm afraid to stay.
I leave. Just being here makes him burn.
His time with my mother is now earned.
I escape in my S10.
Off to anywhere I go again.
My eyes are used to the dark without sight.
Climb the stairs and welcome the night.
Your two right hands slip.
Your two left hands fade away.
I wanted to live.
on my own. I could no longer stay.
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When we die, I'd like to imagine
that we would be carried away to our own place and rest.
If I'm leaving and you can't go with me,
I'll send if I can. Everything will be alright.
And I hope, our last night together,
we'd look at the stars, take a walk, and share what we are.
We might disappear at night.
Tell the neighbors we are fine.
Tell our children, "It's alright,
in the morning comes the light."
And you know the way that we are.
Sometimes our words might go too far but it can't break us apart.
I hope you know, I love you just the way you are.
You are the light against the dark. Take me back from end to start.
We might disappear at night.
In the morning comes the light.
And I hope, our last night together,
we'd look at the moon. The world is beautiful because of you.
credits
from Carried Away, released March 23, 2018
Recorded by Brites in the January of 2018 at their home in Seattle, WA.
Chad Leman: Vocals, Guitar, Secondary Drums.
Michelle Leman: Vocals, Synth, Drums Machine, Guitar.
Tim Schlemmer: Bass Guitar, Saxophone.
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In our town between the mountains
of course there's room for you.
The jails aren't all painted black.
Instead, they're shades of blue.
The cops all throw confetti
and play cap guns in pretend.
They hit your calves with taffy,
bind your wrists with rubber bands.
Mondays are the first day off
and children run the news.
Your parents never stop learning
and really love you too.
Doctors cost you nothing
and education's free.
If someone sees that you need help,
well, they roll up their sleeves.
We all get paid for nothing
but can do if we choose.
Anyone can speak their minds
but can stay quiet too.
I'm done just with dreaming.
No more feeling used.
You know where I'm going and
I hope you're coming too.
If it's not today,
when will you stay?
It's okay to be late.
You'll find your way.
While the world watches too.
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released July 30, 2020
released February 1, 2019
All songs written by Brites and recorded between March and July 2020.
Keyboard and guitar on Track 3, "Cora," was recorded by Thin & Clean.
thin-clean.bandcamp.com
Beautiful backing vocals on Track 4, "An End Again," recorded by Erika Broas!
Check out Erika's band, Hill & Honey, here:
hillandhoney.bandcamp.com
Album Art by Michelle Leman:
www.michelleleman.com
Recorded and Mixed by Owen Hamilton Leman:
owenleman.com
Mastered by Chris Goosman at Baseline Audio Labs:
www.baselineaudio.com
