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It's Gonna Take Years
02:38
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Some people do what they want.
I do what I can.
Too old to learn a new trick.
Too young to understand.
Time will destroy us all,
and sometimes we want a hand in the act.
There’s beauty in preservation
and magic in loss.
It’s gonna take years.
That’s all I have
to do what I will do.
It’s gonna take years.
That’s all I need
to say that I did my best.
Time only moves in one direction.
The mind tends to go the other way.
The woeful lag between what happens
and what we want to say.
I'm just an idea.
And all you’ve got to do keep me alive is
think about me.
It’s gonna take years.
That’s all I need
to say that I did my best.
It’s gonna take years.
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We’ve been traveling oh so long, so long, so long, that I almost forget you’re there.
I see a sign and long so, long so,
long for a sign that you still care.
I’m only beginning to understand
what it meant, all too late.
Too bad my brain belongs to you.
Now if you’d only let me think straight.
Working dead and working dumb, so dumb,
so dumb of us to be playing dead.
I barely hear you speaking so low, so low,
but I agree with whatever you said.
I’m caught in a pull of pathogens that I’m just too sick to resist.
Too bad my brain belongs to you.
Now I humbly offer my wrists.
You know I’m not who I think I am.
I can’t promise to be healthy, but let’s make plans.
You know I’m not who I think I am,
but I’m still in love with whatever you think you are.
Where do you get your energy?
I hold your hand; you charge my phone.
Don’t tell me it’s not so bad.
Who died and made me sad?
You know I’m not who I think I am.
I can’t promise to be healthy, but let’s make plans.
You know I’m not who I think I am,
but I’m still in love with whoever you think you are.
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Go Deep
02:28
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In my youth, I decried, “I’m misunderstood!”
Outcast from all that is good.
They said, take your pick, so I picked a fight. Now sigh unto me!
I think I fell in love with all the wrong stuff.
The impulse is to get out of your head,
but I disagree. I say the answer’s there.
So what is there left to do?
Go deeper in.
Get further and further away from them.
Fertile is the field on the outermost layers
for luminous dancers and fetching ball players,
but I could only barely live in some barren place inside.
Sweet nothing, I pray. Nothing sweet, they cried.
The impulse is to get out of your head,
but I disagree. I say the answer’s there.
So what’s there left to do?
Go deeper in.
Get further and further away from them.
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Life Will Kill You
02:05
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Everything’s on hold
except for getting old.
The mind is a universe that expands
until there’s nothing left.
Oh, what we might have been! Oh yeah.
Oh, what we might have been!
Life will kill you. (Bang! Bang! Oh no!)
Not all loss is mourned.
It’s only through pain that we’re born.
Take it kindly and be assured.
Life’s a condition that can’t be cured.
Self-care’s a racket for sure.
The sickness sells the cure.
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I thought the secret to love was to stay,
but if you want to be missed, you’ve got to go away.
And all pleasures lie in the wanting.
I find myself now twice misunderstood,
splitting the difference between I can’t and I could.
Pointing, exasperated: this matters, too!
Home is just too hard to leave; it follows you everywhere you go.
Money won’t make you rich. Fame won’t make you known.
It’s not until you’re dead that you’re fully grown.
Best not to mess with this mess. I don’t know. I guess.
Apologizing for how I’ve been wired,
offering excuses for tastes I’ve acquired.
Clearly, I can only work within these limitations.
Home is just too hard to leave; it follows you everywhere you go.
I’ve succeeded or failed. I just can’t tell.
There’s so little that success offers that failure doesn’t offer as well.
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Everyone wants to be loved like a baby,
but even they don’t always get what they need.
It’s like when something good or something bad happens,
either way, I say, I just don’t deserve this.
Shoulder to shoulder, alone together.
Different fools under the same inclement weather.
Recycled matter on a temporary vessel.
Sugar, will you be sweet enough this time?
War gives us meaning, immediate and urgent,
which victory cruelly takes away.
So we remain soldiers, a war on our shoulders.
This may be hell, but there's no hell like home.
Now I won’t be happy until I regret my actions,
or you concede that I’m suffering.
All the answers that matter
belong to questions no one wants to ask.
Sugar, will you be sweet enough this time?
What you love will sometimes work against you.
This is all I have and it's barely mine.
You've killed me so much,
I'm the corpse of the year
Sugar, will you be sweet enough this time?
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Find Your People
02:38
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Try to be better.
Get well soon.
Imperfect’s okay.
Highway howls,
our hurricane hair.
What did you say?
The stories that make us true
needn't be so themselves.
Out or un,
I'm feeling done.
Are you still awake?
Capture and release.
There’s nothing to see here.
Please move it along.
I'm on the bottom.
Things are looking up.
Go find your people.
I’m looking, too.
‘Cause there is no me without you.
Words and actions sometimes both fail
I don’t know how. I don’t know how,
but I think I’m finally learning.
I'm saying it, over and over,
in so many ways.
Go find your people.
I’m looking, too.
‘Cause there is no us without you.
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Anhedonia
01:25
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Anhedonia!
I'm not so clever anymore.
One, two, three, four.
Where are my excuses at?
Grant me the delusion to reject the facts.
Anhedonia!
I pick up the phone,
and the world is on the line.
Through the glass, a tiny window to the world,
I watch, helplessly.
I can’t be up to my old tricks
if the magic doesn’t exist.
Everything's been replaced
with inadequate replicas of inferior taste.
Take me back.
I swear I’d settle for who I used to be.
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If you spend a lot of time alone,
you rehearse everything you want to say.
It gets so that you forget how to improvise.
So thank you for inventing me.
Thank you for inventing me.
There’s really no such thing as now,
unless that’s what you want to believe.
Just imagine the world without you,
as that’s mostly how it will be.
Thank you for inventing me.
Thank you for inventing me.
Stories are ghosts that, with each telling,
we bring back to life.
I may barely be anything at all,
but I know that I'm right.
Thank you for inventing me.
Thank you for inventing me.
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It's Okay to Be Wrong
02:30
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Yes and yes. We can only guess,
and the answers are almost always temporary.
That’s the admission price for all of our contradictory advice.
It’s all right. It’s all right. It’s all right, until it’s not.
It's okay to be wrong,
as long as you make it right.
Not all confrontation is a fight.
Wisdom barely exists.
It’s just another tooth.
If you want to get lost, look for truth.
It’s okay to be wrong!
What the world needs now is adults, sweet adults.
True justice is found only in the action most humane.
But everyone denies the allegations, and everyone’s stupid and cruel.
Unscratchable itches foster opposing views.
It's too easy to say live and let live when your success is at someone else's expense.
No amount of your free will is worth its weight when it’s the deciding hand in someone else’s fate.
It’s okay to be wrong,
though it’s an unpleasant exchange.
You’ve got to give people room for change.
Learn to say, “I am sorry.”
Learn to say, “You’re forgiven.”
And learn to do it of your own volition.
It’s okay to be wrong.
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The Best Place to Look
04:34
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What fools these mortals be.
Here I am among your company.
Pain and suffering most surely awaits —
and fulfillment, if you make it.
Don’t cancel my subscriptions.
I’ll be back before my time is through.
There are few things I believe in,
and one of them is you.
Here’s a picture of me in better times.
How do I get there, get there from here?
I’m looking, I’m looking, I’m looking forward.
It’s the best place to look.
Our lives are a mess of cut-rate storytelling
No clear narrative. No central conflict.
No happy ending.
Permission is never enough.
Invitation, a sleight of hand.
I’m looking, I’m looking, I’m looking forward.
It’s the best place to look.
I can only be proud to be part of the goodness of the world, meaningless though it is.
What can I still do?
What can I still do while I'm still here?
It's not too late.
It’s not too late, yet.
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Hussalonia Buffalo, New York
Hussalonia is largely the work of a multi-instrumentalist known only as The Hussalonia
Founder.
Founded in 1997, Hussalonia is a "pop music cult" and claims to be owned by Nefarico™, a fictional soap company.
The Hussalonia Founder lives and works in Buffalo, New York.
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