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Reconciliation

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I am invincible Perfectly resurrectable Impervious to damage and to blame I faced my mortality Considered the serenity Accepted that we all end up the same And I watched a fly walk the length of my desk And I realized by the time it will be dead I won't have washed my clothes even though they'll need it And I'll probably have burned my way through another tank of gas Wasteful as these things may be I'm thankful for the opportunity Genuinely grateful for the chance I am predictable Perfectly explainable Not so much the variable as the constant I see my insecurities And raise myself a false release If I once had credibility I've lost it And a plane that I once flew on had trouble flying And when it finally landed safely everybody clapped To this day I still think about the solidarity And the reconciliation with my fellow human beings Minutia though these things may be I'm thankful for the opportunity Genuinely grateful for the chance
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To live, to breathe, to be To celebrate this life I sometimes wish I didn't lead Infinitives ad nauseum to infinity To learn to see the sides of things The beauty in the subtlety In other words more Plan-It-X less Saddle Creek A house this size can get So full it just seems empty And in the face of death You have to reevaluate the things that make you happy To sink to mimicry Cliche defined as flattery I'm creating things again so nothing worries me To sob uncontrollably Or smile so wide you show all of your teeth Are valid ways to show that you still feel things A house this size can get So full it just seems empty And in the face of death You have to reevaluate the things that make you happy
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I am calm collected and cool Do you remember the summer that kid drowned in the swimming pool? I talk deliberate and direct There were a couple weeks there where everyone was pretty upset I don't worry about catching my breath I only worry that everybody will forget I give praise where praise is due What's left to do when you've lost everything that you can lose? I try to remember to smile Even the sun can shine too bright once in a while I don't worry about catching my breath I only worry that everybody will forget That life's not over yet And it's not as depressing as it's going to get But there's no alibi to justify Beyond a shadow of a doubt Accounting for the wasted time And the I could do withouts Poignancy has recently eluded me And pointedness is hardly the equivalent rhetorically Am I just scared or am I writing what comes easily? I am solely Ashamed that I know I'm right Men beg change at every major intersection on Rockville Pike Embarrassed that all that I do Is stare straight ahead when I'm waiting to turn and just bought my food I worry about catching my breath Because it sometimes helps me to forget That life's not over yet And it's not as depressing as it's going to get But there's no alibi to justify Beyond a shadow of a doubt Accounting for the wasted time And the I could do withouts And I am waiting for everything to click Or people higher up than me to take care of what's important At least the first step is admitting it
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Whereas these cursed strings buzz louder than the bees in all creation And far from beauty sit my eyes affixed to the cracks in the foundation There are things I know There are things I should know better And for that I will repent when my neck can't support my head When my feet can't support my legs I feel that I would be remiss not to exist a little longer For all this negativity one day I'd like to be a father There are things I'd teach There are things I would be taught That's what gives me the perspective that I sometimes think I've lost That I can't believe some other people have got You can't hate people all the time Trust me I've tried The only way to leave is to go back the way we came And I do believe we have lost our way We're a flock without a shepherd We are stem cells in a freezer And the grass on the other side Is dying The only things that we can see are the things we knew already We've built over the burial ground of creativity We're a broken understanding of a metaphor or theory So the people to our left and to our right Are dying
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I must commend my dear friend the mosquito For making my toilet bowl his humble home He taught me in the face of hardship you can never sink too low I would never jeopardize anything's survival So long as that same thing stayed the hell away from mine I've probably killed a thousand bugs plus countless more I stepped on Accidentally That makes me a hypocrite But everything is relative If we always sweat the small stuff we will dry up I'm just another human being Oblivious to everything Another evolutionary miracle I'd like to think that there's at least one thing redeemable In each and every one of our seven billion souls I've logged 20 years and counting in the field of people watching Regrettably I haven't quite found out the things I wanted Cause for everything that moves me there are ten things that confuse me But I'm no saint myself That makes me a hypocrite But everything is relative With the world up on our shoulders it will crush us I'm just another human being Oblivious to everything Another evolutionary miracle The only public place that I've ever seen true love Was the baggage claim at the Baltimore airport A father reunited with his two excited children I probably would have cried but right then a cop rode by on a Segway And he looked ridiculous so I laughed instead That makes me a hypocrite But everything is relative If we don't pull together now, we may never get the chance Because all of use are human beings Oblivious to everything Together and remarkable Disdainful and despicable Another evolutionary miracle
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There will come a day when I can no longer wear band shirts And the implications floor me My income is fairly modest And with my prospects and my goals It's not going to get a whole lot bigger Considering the rent And the cost of food and the broadband internet It's not in the budget to buy a brand new wardrobe It's a catch-22 Cause you can't just waltz into a job interview In a Propagandhi t-shirt and ripped jeans Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes isn't exactly confidence inspiring There will come a day when there is not a single hair left on my head It will first split down the middle So after every haircut that I get I sweep the locks into a pile That I keep in case I get old That would be crazy I'd like to think I've been saner lately I'm just scared to know what I don't know When my body stops working I hope I'm not observing From the pilot's seat Bald and fat and frowning by default There will come a day when I can no longer be vague On that day I will be specific
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Are you staring at the sun because you're desperate? I'm staring at the sun because it's there It was there when I was born, and it'll be there when you die We’re both staring at the sun along the ride Are you coming or you going? To where, how long, and why? I've been coming and I've been going for the past couple years of my life I'm as happy as I've ever been but I'm not too proud to cry So I'm coming and I'm going and that's fine If I were you I wouldn't talk like I had figured out The secret to the universe and life stored in a noun The beauty I've begun to see is outside of solidity As the fortunes and the failures start to blend I'm a thief and I'm a son And I'm a liar and a lover And you can't even taste what's on your tongue Are you laughing with the obvious for the simple sense of unity? Because I'm laughing at the obvious in simple, static disbelief So I'm doubled over, stomach sore, tears streaming down my cheek I laugh because I know and I can see Are you staying up all night, or are you sleeping till the morning? Because I'm staying up all night like I have a choice If I lay my head down, I am scared to death I might miss out So I'm staying up all night just to writhe about So if I were you I wouldn't raise my voice above the crowd Unless I was pretty sure that I knew what would come out The answers I've begun to see are captured in solidity Inseparable from logic and from reason I don't always know what I should do But I always know what not to And sometimes you can't look me in the eye
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I'm sorry for the dying puppies I'm sorry for the dying kittens I'm sorry for the dying humans That I found out about on a commercial break Right before the million dollar question And confetti rained down from the ceiling And someone had to sweep that shit up At least we're creating jobs Man sweep that shit up Man sweep that shit up And if the highway signs don't make you think of genocide I fear you're blind, you're blind And if the starless sky doesn't bring to mind a lack of poetry I fear you've died, you've died inside I'm sorry for the unskilled workers I'm sorry for the starving children I'm sorry for the third world countries I can't find on a map And I'm sorry for the spoiled college student Who would chastise me for that And how big can you talk? Man talk that shit up up If that's the way you solve a problem Man talk that shit up And if the highway signs don't make you think of genocide I fear you're blind, you're blind And if the starless sky doesn't bring to mind a lack of poetry I fear you've died, you've died inside I turn my frustration and my guilt into self-loathing And I turn my self-loathing into song In turn I just feel empty Because my singing isn't helping anyone It's a paralyzing cycle Acceptance to denial Disgust to denigration into song In turn I just feel hopeless Because my singing isn't helping anyone There's tons of good that won't come out of this But in a superficial way I think we're better off If we don't think of circumstances It will be easier to fall asleep at night
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Peace of mind is whether you've got holes In your socks or on the soles of your shoes Thinking big or thinking small Can catch or crush or cripple all the work that you do And there's the scent of something sick in every person that I meet But there are trace remains of hope buried there too And the sound of words, the insipid proof that honesty's played second to The compelling questions questionably posed Rhetorically on notebook sheets and printed out in libraries And sung and stole, emotionally groped And there's the scent of something sick in every person that I meet But buried underneath are strains of hope And oh to have the luxury of living life aesthetically Instead of fearfully, a fallacy, or worse The drain of living factually, daily facing your mortality Accepting that we all end up the same Predictable, explainable, wasteful, resurrectable Insecure, invincible A plane that I once flew on had trouble flying And when it finally landed safely everybody clapped To this day I still think about the solidarity And the reconciliation with my fellow human beings Minutia though these things may be I'm thankful for the opportunity Genuinely grateful for the chance

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Surprise! This album is a rollicking journey through sad things and happy things and gray areas. Mostly gray areas. Recorded, mixed, mastered and released in a week. Please enjoy it.

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released November 2, 2012

Recorded October 29 and 30 in Philadelphia, PA

(Person) (Noun) is Adam Linder

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