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Got It All Wrong
03:00
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GET CAUGHT UP IN THE FRAY
SOMETHING EVERY SINGLE DAY
TO SHOUT ABOUT ON THE MEGAPHONE
WE MIGHT BE HEARD IF WE WEREN’T ALONE
I’LL BE THERE ON THE PRECIPICE
OF THE GREAT UNKNOWN WHILE I REMINISCE
TRY TO LEARN FROM WHAT CAME BEFORE
BUT I’M AN OLD DOG, I’M A CLOSED DOOR
I GOT IT ALL WRONG
I KNEW IT ALL ALONG
I KNOW THERE’S SOMEONE TO BLAME
I POINT MY FINGER AT MY OWN FACE
I TALK TO YOU SO CAREFULLY
WON’T CHANGE YOUR MIND, ON THAT WE CAN AGREE
YOU GO YOUR WAY AND I’LL GO MINE
I MUST ADMIT IT’S A BAD DESIGN
SO COVER YOUR EARS COVER YOUR EYES
DON’T ASK HOW, DON’T ASK WHY
BLESSED BE THE RICH. THEY INHERIT THE EARTH
ONCE YOU’RE BORN. YOU BETTER PROVE WHAT WE’RE WORTH
YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG
YOU KNEW IT ALL ALONG
YOU KNOW THERE’S SOMEONE TO BLAME
YOU POINT YOUR FINGER AT YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE
WE GOT IT ALL WRONG
WE KNEW IT ALL ALONG
THERE’S GOT TO BE SOMEONE ELSE TO BLAME
SO WE’RE POINTING FINGERS ALL OVER THE PLACE
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Either Way
02:35
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EITHER WAY IS A BLANK SLATE
PUT ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER
BRACING FOR A LANDSLIDE, OH NO!
ONE GOES UP, ONE GOES DOWN
BOTH GO FORWARD, NEITHER GO AROUND
EITHER WAY IS A BLANK SLATE
WE’RE GOING SOMEWHERE, NO WE DON’T KNOW WHERE
NOT THAT IT MATTERS, OH NO!
IT’S A GAME OF CHANCE WHERE THE DEALER WINS
SO DRAW A CARD OR GO ALL IN
TAKE A BREATH, WHAT HAPPENS NEXT
ISN’T WRITTEN DOWN, IT’S ANYBODY’S GUESS
SO JUMP INTO THE DARK
WITH BOTH EYES OPEN WIDE
IS IT THE END? IS IT THE START?
AN OCEAN, DESERT OR MOUNTAINSIDE?
EITHER WAY IS A BLANK SLATE
CHASING YOUR DREAMS THROUGH A BLACK HOLE
DON’T EXPECT NOTHING, OH NO!
IT’S A GAME OF CHANCE WHERE THE DEALER WINS
SO DRAW A CARD OR GO ALL IN
TAKE A BREATH, WHAT HAPPENS NEXT
ISN’T WRITTEN DOWN, IT’S ANYBODY’S GUESS
SO JUMP INTO THE DARK
WITH BOTH EYES OPEN WIDE
IS IT THE END? IS IT THE START?
AN OCEAN, DESERT OR MOUNTAINSIDE?
SO JUMP INTO THE DARK
WITH BOTH EYES OPEN WIDE
IS IT THE END? IS IT THE START?
AN OCEAN, DESERT OR MOUNTAINSIDE?
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Other
02:56
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I’M NOT HERE TO SEE AND BE SEEN
I’M NOT YOUR SUBJECT, YOU’RE NOT MY KING
THIS ISN’T A PARTY, YOU’RE NOT THE HOST
I’M NOT A CANCER YOU JUST DIAGNOSED
WE BREATHE THE SAME AIR, FLOAT AROUND THE SAME SUN
BORN OF THE SAME DUST WE WILL BECOME
SO TAKE MY HAND AND UNDERSTAND THIS:
I NEED MUCH MORE THAN TO EXIST
THIS ISN’T A RACE, IF I LOSE, YOU DON’T WIN
THIS ISN’T A NOVEL, WHEN YOU REACH THE END
YOU CAN’T TURN BACK TO BEGIN AGAIN
I AM YOUR SON, I AM YOUR DAUGHTER
I AM YOUR SISTER, I AM YOUR BROTHER
I AM YOUR FATHER, I AM YOUR MOTHER
I AM AN X, XY OR OTHER
I’M NOT LAZY, YOU’RE NOT BLESSED
I’M NOT A BURDEN TO GET OFF YOUR CHEST
I’M NOT BLIND BUT YOU CAN’T SEE
I’M NOT A SLAVE, NO YOU’RE NOT FREE
THIS ISN’T A RACE, IF I LOSE, YOU DON’T WIN
THIS ISN’T A NOVEL, WHEN YOU REACH THE END
YOU CAN’T TURN BACK TO BEGIN AGAIN
YOU’RE NOT THE JUDGE, I’M NOT TELLING LIES
I’M NOT IN THE DARK, YOU’RE NOT IN THE LIGHT
WE’RE IN THE SAME BOAT ON THE RISING TIDE
I AM YOUR SON, I AM YOUR DAUGHTER
I AM YOUR SISTER, I AM YOUR BROTHER
I AM YOUR FATHER, I AM YOUR MOTHER
I AM AN X,, XY OR OTHER
I AM YOUR SON, I AM YOUR DAUGHTER
I AM YOUR SISTER, I AM YOUR BROTHER
I AM YOUR FRIEND, ENEMY AND LOVER
I AM AN X, XY OR
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Waltz and Collision
03:27
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FINALLY AN ANSWER
WALKS OUT HER FRONT DOOR
NO I’M NOT A DANCER
I CAN’T BALANCE ANYMORE
SO I WAKE MYSELF UP SLOWLY
STREET LIGHTS BURN MY EYES
THE SIDEWALK SPINS
ALTHOUGH SHE DOESN’T ASK WHY
I MIGHT BE FORGIVEN
BUT I KNOW IT’S STILL MY FAULT
A WALTZ AND COLLISION
WITH A BURNING SHOOTING STAR
FINALLY A HANG UP
SILENCE ON THE LINE
NO I’M NOT A POET
I ALWAYS FORCE A RHYME
WAKE MYSELF UP SLOWLY
BUT DON’T OPEN MY EYES
MY HEAD SPINNING
ALTHOUGH SHE DOESN’T ASK WHY
I MIGHT BE FORGIVEN
BUT I KNOW IT’S STILL MY FAULT
A WALTZ AND COLLISION
WITH A BURNING SHOOTING STAR
SOME CALL HER A COMET
SOME CALL HER A FALLING STAR
DON’T BLINK OR PROMISE
MIGHT MISS HER IN THE DARK
I MIGHT BE FORGIVEN
BUT I KNOW IT’S STILL MY FAULT
A WALTZ AND COLLISION
WITH A BURNING SHOOTING STAR
FINALLY AN ANSWER
WALKS OUT HER FRONT DOOR
NO I’M NOT A DANCER
I CAN’T BALANCE ANYMORE
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Breaking Mirrors
03:05
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EVERYONE’S A PRO
THEY NEED TO LET YOU KNOW
THEY GOT IT FIGURED OUT
TAKING ALL OUR PILLS
FOREVER OR UNTIL
WE’RE UP OR WE’RE DOWN
TRYING ALL MY LUCK
OVERTHINK TO DECONSTRUCT
THE CHAOS ALL AROUND
NOW WE’RE BREAKING MIRRORS
WE’RE WALKING UNDER LADDERS
WE SURE AS HELL DON’T HAVE IT FIGURED OUT
WE TRY TO WALK ON WATER
DON’T KNOW WHY WE BOTHER
WE SURE AS HELL DON’T HAVE IT FIGURED OUT
NEED A CHANGE OF SCENERY
THE TELEPATHIC MEMORY
OF A STAR’S BROKEN GLASS
IT BURNS OUT ANYWAY
IN THE SKY ABOVE L.A.
WHERE WE’RE WISE ENOUGH TO CRASH
NOW WE’RE BREAKING MIRRORS
WE’RE WALKING UNDER LADDERS
WE SURE AS HELL DON’T HAVE IT FIGURED OUT
WE TRY TO WALK ON WATER
DON’T KNOW WHY WE BOTHER
WE SURE AS HELL DON’T HAVE IT FIGURED OUT
WHEN WE LOOK IN THE MIRROR
WE DON’T SEE ANY CLEARER
WE SURE AS HELL DON’T HAVE IT FIGURED OUT
WE SWALLOW SPIDERS
TO CATCH FLIES INSIDE US
WE SURE AS HELL DON’T HAVE IT FIGURED OUT
WE SURE AS HELL DON’T HAVE IT FIGURED OUT
WE SURE AS HELL DON’T HAVE IT FIGURED OUT
WE SURE AS HELL DON’T HAVE IT FIGURED OUT
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The Burning Question
03:09
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HERE’S THE BURNING QUESTION HANGING IN THE AIR I BREATHE
IT’S AN OBJECT LESSON, OBVIOUS TO ALL BUT ME
LIKE THE TIME YOU TOLD YOUR STORY
AND I FILTERED ALL THE DARK STUFF OUT
‘CAUSE I WANTED YOU AT THAT MOMENT
DIDN’T KNOW YOUR WHISPER WAS A SHOUT
WHY DO I MAKE NOTHING OUT OF SOMETHING?
BUILD IT UP, TEAR IT DOWN
MAKE NOTHING OUT OF SOMETHING
IN THE MORNING, WHEN I COME DOWN
TRY TO DIG OUT OF THE RUIN
THERE’S THAT BURNING QUESTION
TAKE A DRINK AND THEN I ASK MYSELF
WHY DO I MAKE NOTHING OUT OF SOMETHING?
BUILD IT UP, TEAR IT DOWN
MAKE NOTHING OUT OF SOMETHING
WHY DO I MAKE NOTHING OUT OF SOMETHING?
BUILD IT UP, TEAR IT DOWN
MAKE NOTHING OUT OF SOMETHING
PULLING STARS TO THE GROUND
MAKE NOTHING OUT OF SOMETHING
I LEAVE WHEN YOU COME AROUND
MAKE NOTHING OUT OF SOMETHING
NEVER WRITE, NEVER CALL
MAKE NOTHING OUT OF SOMETHING
YOU BUILD A BRIDGE, I BUILD A WALL
MAKE NOTHING OUT OF SOMETHING
OH WHY DO I MAKE NOTHING OUT OF SOMETHING?
OH WHY DO I MAKE NOTHING OUT OF SOMETHING?
HERE’S THE BURNING QUESTION
HANGING IN THE AIR I BREATHE
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Dizzy Spin
03:32
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FINDING MYSELF SLIPPING INTO A SPIN
I’M REACHING I’M GRASPING FOR SOMETHING, FOR ANYTHING
NOTHING BUT DARKNESS BELOW
ABOVE THE LIGHT’S FADING
I LAND ON THE STREET WITH MY BARE FEET ON WET CONCRETE
MAKE MYSELF FEEL SOMETHING, FEEL ANYTHING
TELL ME AGAIN, WHERE DOES IT END? ANYWHERE
CHANGING MY MIND HALF THE TIME ANYWAY
I CAN’T TRACE THE LINES, THEY’RE ALL BLURRED BY THE WINE
BEEN THROWING IT BACK, CHASING PANIC ATTACKS
THERE I GO AGAIN
YEAH I SHOULD KNOW BY NOW
BUT I STUMBLE AROUND, CAN’T FIND THE GROUND ANYWHERE
I SHOULD KNOW BUT
I DON’T SEE WHERE I’M GOING
I WON’T SAY WHAT I’M THINKING
I CAN’T HEAR WHAT YOU’RE SAYING
FINALLY FREE, “IT’S NOT YOU, IT’S ME”
I SPIN IT AROUND LIKE A CARNIVAL CLOWN
I PAINT MY FACE IN A PERMANENT FROWN
ALL FOR NOTHING
I’LL BE RIGHT HERE WITH A ROSE IN MY TEETH
AND A BOTTLE OF WINE
OH NO, WHERE’S THE TIME GONE?
I BETTER LEAVE BEFORE WE EVEN BEGIN AGAIN
FALLING BEHIND TRYING TO FIND YOU AGAIN
AND IT’S THROWING ME INTO A DIZZY SPIN
SO I CLOSE MY EYES, RECKLESSLY IMPROVISE EVERYTHING
YEAH I SHOULD KNOW BY NOW
BUT I STUMBLE AROUND, CAN’T FIND THE GROUND ANYWHERE
I SHOULD KNOW BUT
I DON’T SEE WHERE I’M GOING
I WON’T SAY WHAT I’M THINKING
I CAN’T HEAR WHAT YOU’RE SAYING
I’M IN A DIZZY SPIN
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All To Myself
03:18
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I LOVE YOU THE MOST
WHEN THE RAIN FALLS DOWN, SHE SAID
IT’S ALL COMING BACK TO ME
TALKING WITH GHOSTS
THAT ARE SLEEPING IN MY BED
AND IN THE AIR WE BREATHE
IN YOUR EYES I SEE
THERE’S A WORLD THAT I DON’T KNOW
AROUND THE UNIVERSE
I FOLLOW EVERYWHERE YOU GO
WALK THROUGH SPACE AND TIME
TO GET YOU ALL TO MYSELF
GET YOU ALL TO MYSELF
TO GET YOU ALL TO MYSELF
I DON’T MIND WAITING
I LOVE YOU THE MOST
WHEN THE STARS BURN OUT, HE SAID
TILL THEN TO INFINITY
NOW I’M DONE CHASING GHOSTS
THAT ARE LIVING IN MY HEAD
THESE THINGS CHANGE GRADUALLY
IN YOUR EYES I SEE
THERE’S A WORLD THAT I DON’T KNOW
AROUND THE UNIVERSE
I FOLLOW EVERYWHERE YOU GO
WALK THROUGH SPACE AND TIME
TO GET YOU ALL TO MYSELF
GET YOU ALL TO MYSELF
TO GET YOU ALL TO MYSELF
I DON’T MIND WAITING
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Opus Orange Santa Monica, California
Opus Orange is a vibrant independent pop collective that deftly traverses sonic and geographical landscapes. Led by composer Paul Bessenbacher, the group creates a sound that is equal parts ecstatic, melancholic, and anthemic.
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