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crashing
03:37
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giant shells in a dark world
inside the jaws of death you might find a pearl
drawn only from the darkness at the end of the year
used only to strike fear
feeling team spirit course through me
like blood in my arteries
red and blue together make the purple of the sky
was it all for nothing, all for nothing, to feel this pride
cuz now we're crashing back to earth after it all
cuz now we're crashing back to earth after it all
i'd say there's nothing like a god to make you feel small
cuz now we're crashing back to earth after it all
i hit the ground and feel my bones break
could you tell me what on earth it'll take
to get back to the way that things used to be
to get back to me
cuz now we're crashing back to earth after it all
cuz now we're crashing back to earth after it all
i'd say there's nothing like a god to make you feel small
cuz now we're crashing back to earth after it all
cuz now we're crashing back to earth after it all
cuz now we're crashing back to earth after it all
i'd say there's nothing like a god to make you feel small
because i've crashed back to earth
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pvrker's lament
01:48
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on fatherhood
05:30
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smiley boy
catching balls out in the outfield
like a toy
holding a bat too big for you to wield
hit your first home run that day in the park
tiny boy
hand in the air begloved and ready to catch
you look of joy
as the ball lands in your mitt and ends the match
we played blaseball for the first time in that park
and i'll admit
you didn't see too much of me as you grew up
i asked for it
watched your games and hoped that you would not burn up
you saw it coming, oh, i think you saw it coming that day
with your precognition
you saw it coming, oh, i think you saw it coming that day
with your unstable condition
i didn't see it coming
a father should never outlive his sons
a father should never outlive his sons
you shone brighter than i ever would
you burned brighter than i ever could
you burned brighter than a thousand suns
we were a family and then it was just you
i hope before you died you knew how much i missed you
how much i still miss you
we were a family and now it's just me
i saw you fighting gods, i can't help but worry
that's what i'm here to do
i'll never get to tell you that i love you
and i'm so so proud of you
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my adrenaline is low
i'm not used to it
all i wanna do is go
and find a ball to hit
usually by this time
my blood is rushing through my skin
i pick up my bat
gotta find some way to take her for a spin
nothing happens every day
nothing happens every day
and yeah
blaseball is an eternal hell and there's
no escape, nor from the umpire's death knell but
i wanna play i wanna play i wanna play
and nothing happens every day anymore
where are the umpires and the fire
where are the scorch marks on the field
where is the screech of feedback on the wire
where are the birds in the outfield
where are the peanuts raining down
where is the blood falling on the town
now all we have is double roast dirt
no-one is going to get hurt
and that's sad
and that's boring
i'm going mad
nothing happens every day
nothing happens every day
and yeah
blaseball is an eternal hell and there's
no escape, nor from the umpire's death knell but
i wanna play i wanna play i wanna play
i wanna play i wanna play i wanna play
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i see you walking on the field
and my heart starts to thunder
i wonder
if your defense will ever yield
when i see you round the bases
i think about all the places
i'd take you if i could
the puget sound, the pitcher's mound
the stadium ground, just to kick around
'cause everywhere seems magical with you
it's difficult to tell you in a splort that kills off half its players
but here i am spilling my soul on a wing and a prayer
i'm stumbling over my own tongue
but i think this message is better sung
than said, so with that said
i'm in love with a blaseball player
i'm in love with a blaseball player
i see you round the city streets
i try to catch up and talk to you
but i don't know what to say
so all that ends up coming out is
"uh, um, i think you played really well today"
you say thanks, because you're nice
even though i am now dying inside
and i think i might be the most awkward person who has ever walked the earth
but then you give me that smile
and all is forgotten
it's difficult to tell you in a splort that kills off half its players
but here i am spilling my soul on a wing and a prayer
i'm stumbling over my own tongue
but i think this message is better sung
than said, so with that said
i'm in love with a blaseball player
i'm in love with a blaseball player
it's hard to fall in love
when tomorrow we could wake up and have to face horrors undreamed of
but i think i am anyway
i can't stand not to find a lifeline in this game
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7. |
the opportunist
05:01
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the loudest voice in the hall
seasons ago you took the fall for him, then he fell to her
you've been looking so long for a way out of here
a system tuned just wrong
a single note off key
who needs a song when you can scream?
a staticky soul
an opening wormhole
opportunist creature that you are, you take the gamble
tearing at skin
"where have you been" is what you imagine
then you fall onto the grass
oh, from fire and sulfur
oh, to storm and thunder
the screech of feedback in a broken speaker
oh, to have a second chance at life
oh, to be a zombie by design
to have escaped the reaper
and made it your own
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