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A Sad History

by The Motel Pines

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    CD Version of A Sad History

    Includes digital pre-order of A Sad History. You get 12 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it’s released.
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1.
Circadianism 03:46
Now picture this: A blank canvas Another start Fresh perspective A calm without a storm to come Relax a moment just to catch our breath Imagine that Another chance To get things right Rebuild a bridge Take every mistake we've ever made And eliminate the consequence If it's only a dream Then please just let me sleep What if there are no victims Just accessories? And what if I am just as guilty? Consider this: It's all a mess There's no turning back What did you expect? There are no words I can impress Nothing that you would not soon forget If it's only a dream Then please wake me from this sleep What if we hold no value Except as commodities? And what if I am just as guilty? And round and round we go And it's seemingly impossible Such a sight to behold Senseless and negligible If it's only a dream Then please wake me from this sleep What if we're doomed to repeat Every impropriety? And what if I am just as guilty?
2.
There is something light-like in the way that we behave We are always fully particle; always fully wave And I can’t say with certainty there’s not a demon here at play Or whether you exist or you’re a phantom limb refusing to decay In waiting we live our lives But we are all condemned to die And that’s our only certainty There is no sin in the human condition We are not flawed; we are not incomplete There is no curse in our existence Just myths disguised as meaning Sometimes I wonder just how much beast we’re willing to embrace Our repugnance is so telling but I still struggle with why we’re so ashamed Is there any sense in denying that it’s less symptom than disease? I’m not asking for forgiveness and I’m not looking for release Such impressive intellect Such utter disconnect Between us and who we want to be There is no sin in the human condition We are not flawed; we are not incomplete There is no curse in our existence Just myths disguised as meaning With all my heart I hope and pray; I guess you can call that faith But it’s never really mattered much if god had a human face And you’ll pardon me if I won’t define what I can’t comprehend I’m just not sure how much good can come from trying so hard to pretend There was a time I wanted truth But that was way back in my youth Now I’m content with absurdity
3.
We were all sleeping so sound A silence willful and profound Exalted our straw men and gods Armed our own firing squads A delusion so completely inane So absurdly insane A tonic to dilute the pain To pacify and explain That's why we're divided That’s why we're complacent and so well contained That’s why senseless violence lies In the fiction we struggle to feign And why nothing will change We were all sleeping so sound Until the bombs started hitting the ground Felt the first tinges of shame When we could pronounce all the names Categorize and compartmentalize We tend to dehumanize Separate all the “we”s from the “they”s Until we feel safe That's how we’ve come this far And they say that old habits die hard That’s why we can't shed the shame The carnage is lustfully craved And nothing will change While my heart is broken And I feel so hopeless It’s just for a moment
4.
“Give me your tired; your poor” she said Her pants engulfed in flames Her eyes, they seemed so genuine And her robe disguised her shame She once had such open arms Her gaze fixed upon the sea But the copper they used to make her Has turned dollar bill green And if the fences aren’t tall enough We’re equipped to build a wall And if that doesn’t stop the floodgates I guess we’ll have to kill them all. Greetings from paradise; it’s even better than TV A picture postcard the likes you’ve never seen With champagne rivers and gold paved streets And so many pretty people with nothing underneath The winds of change have stopped blowing Now the real storm has settled in All that’s left now is the acid rain And a sense of entitlement And if we don’t squander our inheritance Before we’re overtaken with disease We may face the reckoning we’ve earned By building this machine And every idea has externalities Like every creature has its flaws I heard the last cries of defiance As she was clenching down her jaws Greetings from paradise; it’s even better than TV A picture postcard the likes you’ve never seen With champagne rivers and gold paved streets And so many pretty people with nothing underneath
5.
An expectation set I still haven’t met A white lie disguised as encouragement A proud affirmation designed to help cope With a life seemingly devoid of hope But you were a lighthouse to my abandoned ship Whose cowardly captain lies dead somewhere in the ocean And your beaconing light cried out though the effort was useless Tumultuous shores eat the proof of my futile existence Such a heavy burden to have to inherit To try and love a vessel so detached and callous And your weakening will erodes like rocks in the sea To try and uphold a forecast you never believed Yet you were a lighthouse to my abandoned ship Whose self-concerned captain’s intentions we less than honest And your warm glow is meaning in this otherwise pointless voyage There are no heroes here pulling bodies out from the wreckage Such innocent eyes that look upon me With such faith and resolve and naiveté For I cannot win I can only withdraw Although I am your world now I am no one at all But you are a lighthouse to my abandoned ship Whose counterfeit captain surrendered before being captured And your guiding illuminance although pure and brilliant Will not return me to whole; I’m afraid there are too many pieces But before I sink, please know that this trip was worth it
6.
You can’t escape You can’t refuse A freedom from your will You didn’t get to choose Callow hands Cover credulous hearts Allegiance offered devotedly Horses led by carts I’m disillusioned with This inheritance That we’ve left you with But I hope you will accept My sincerest apologies I can’t say enough that I’m sorry There are two teams One red. One blue. They both ignore the truth And they speak in platitudes Until the next psychopath is hailed The state may well be functional I’d still say it’s failed I’m suffocating in This enclosed system That we’ve left you with But I hope you will accept My sincerest apologies I can’t say enough that I’m sorry
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Unworthy! 04:08
An unfamiliar cold and a shining light Doctors in masks and the sharp sound of your cries Cut the cord; You’re on your own now. And every day is just another step You feel creation shrink with every passing breath Practice the charade until you know how We took jobs that we didn’t like They paid the bills But they hollowed us out inside Stuffed with straw like a scarecrow Built up restaurants and shopping malls And sold our souls so we could buy it all We never saw the ending coming Buried the poor in debris and scraps Flattened the land; never even looking back Taking pride in our cunning Fatigue takes place of sincere effort And we take pills for every little discomfort There were wins; They were rare though A sad history of little consequence A summary captured in a single sentence Our epitaphs will read: Unworthy!
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I can’t help but be convinced That I’ve been such a disappointment And if you could see me now I did not become who you expected You really felt that you were blessed And lived your life to best reflect A promise made but never kept Shrouded in delusion And you made me an accessory Now all I want is to be free To be okay with the life I’ve made Like I pretend to be By now I should have given up Because everything I had wasn’t enough Still, I hesitate to pass this cup Until someone calls my bluff You’ll always find me in the wings Waiting for my turn to sing And just because it no longer stings Doesn’t mean I’ll ever forget it Because when you told me I’d be great I mistook your ignorance for fate Your inerrant voice Affected every choice I ever made And now I guess I should confess It’s not that my life is meaningless It’s just that I no longer possess The strength to keep on searching And I know that this acknowledgement Among the many mistakes and marked regrets Contends that I should clean up the mess That I parade as virtue So I will blend in so beautifully Never making waves or changing speeds I’ll just suffice to living a life Of mediocrity
9.
“You’re one lifetime off!” You laughed and you scoffed “Why don’t you come on down From that soapbox, kiddo?” Still there are those who believed That music meant more than anything And they will sing sing sing Almost like they have a voice But they’ll be forgotten now due to record sales Manifestos warehoused to make room on the shelves For the vacuous tripe sealed in cellophane A declining trend in significance And we crowned a new queen An idol held in such high esteem And she will sing sing sing Almost like she has a choice But she’ll be forgotten too due to record sales Manifestos warehoused to make room on the shelves For the vacuous tripe sealed in cellophane A declining trend in significance I’ll be forgotten too due to record sales Manifestos warehoused to make room on the shelves For the vacuous tripe sealed in cellophane A declining trend in significance
10.
I’ll be dead a long time Before they put me in the ground But I can’t help resisting the coffin nails Maybe there’s a corner left That hasn’t been made round A production flaw negating a sale It’s harder than we think To tell the difference between What is truth and what is narrative All these jerking knees Burn forests to save trees See: Diminish dissonance; cognitive Why would we rather break than bend? I wish there was a devil So I could blame it all on him Why the disconnect between the heart and the head? A star is no less beautiful Just because it’s dead I’ve wondered to myself If I should bite the hand that feeds If the other hand holds a gun to my head No matter how much you eat It’s always there in your periphery Reminding you the cost of the bread Why would we rather break than bend? I wish there was a devil So I could blame it all on him Why the disconnect between the heart and the head? A star is no less beautiful Just because it’s dead  
11.
Good Things 03:51
Maybe it’s not so bad here. Maybe I’m just pessimistic. Maybe I fail to see the silver in the clouds Maybe it’s just so much easier If I call myself realistic Instead of admitting I’m afraid to be let down So here’s to all the good things They remind me of why I’m still here Even when I’m caught up in the despair I am certain that they’re still there I’m glad to change my tune some And entertain a new perspective Even if the feelings are so brief But when I return to my state of Being bitter or disappointed There will always be the good things underneath So here’s to all the good things They remind me of why I’m still here Even when I’m caught up in the despair I am certain that they’re still there My faith still ebbs and flows some And I can’t see the purpose now So here’s to all the good things They remind me of why I’m still here Even when I’m caught up in the despair I am certain that they’re still there And I know that I am guilty of Years of misanthropy The good things are still obvious to me And I’ll keep reminding myself each time I see Misery and pain That the good things they will never go away
12.
I recall swollen yellow eyes The vomit crusted to your pillow side Doctors in white coats whose hearts had died Who called me in to see you My precious alien You asked me to release you from all the medicine And I obliged but I was no Good Samaritan I was selfish and I felt so burdened You should have died fighting for something Not fighting to reclaim your life from some disease And that morning when you died You took the best parts of me I must apologize You fell into this trap before you realized That I deserve nothing more than to be vilified But I’m afraid it’s much too late You’re waiting here for something that doesn’t exist Can you taste it in my mouth every time we kiss? I’m only halfway alive I’ve lost the best parts of me Your eyes: A crystal blue I’ve never felt so whole as when I hold you And you must believe me when I tell you this is true I owe you my life I never thought that I could love again Until I fell asleep holding your tiny hand And when I wake from this dream I’ll have the best parts of me

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releases March 14, 2017

Recorded at Pleasantry Lane Studio, Dallas TX
Mixed and Engineered by Matt "Captain Midnight" Hibbard
Produced by Salim Nourallah and The Motel Pines
Mastered by Dave McNair Mastering

All songs written and arranged by The Motel Pines
All Lyrics by Michael Carrasco

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