Are You Watching Closely?

from Dances With Spirits by The Tessellate

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lyrics

I don't forget things,
I just don't tend to forget.
I just don't fall for tricks anymore,
After seeing them explained in small vignettes.

I don't tremble like I used to, used to,
I don't need to sleep with the light's on.
I face every thing head first, head first,
And that's just how things have gone. Have gone.

OH, OH, OH,
I'm not the reason for this all,
I don't need this nearly as often.
I'm not the reason for any of this at all,
No I don't need this to soften.
We're a victim to it all,
Oh we like the play the part that's common,
We're a victim to it all,
And that's what most of you've forgotten.
I'm not the reason for this all,
I don't need this nearly as often.
I'm not the reason for any of this at all,
No I don't need this to soften.

Close your hands, oh clasp your hands,
You'll want to get so comfortable,
You'll want to take a seat,
because you'll be sitting for a while.
Clasp your hands so tight, my God,
You might even be seeing blood,
You're a victim to the crimes that you put yourself in,
just for pitty, should,
We come here more regular,
Pray 'bout what you did to her,
Pray 'bout what you're here for,
What is it you're here for?
All I see is self inflicted pain, is that what you're here for?
Tell me what you're here for,
None of us can be here for you.
Tell me what you're here for,
What you're here for,
I've got some sin's stored,
I'll lend if you promise they'll be worn,
Don't just leave them on the dirt floor.

I’ve got sins, I’ve got sins,

And flare and pins,

That flash the sins and things,

That wore my soul so thin.


That scold my foul heart and then

take to flames, and paper planes,

And set ablaze my paper planes,

I watch them fall and crash and burn,

And watch them all become ash, my turn.



There’s things I gave up that return in the air,

And stare me in the eyes, and tear apart my ties,

That I promised to myself, but these promises are lies,


Because boldly I can be another bothered brutality,

That wanders through scoundrel vanity’s,


Time and time again,
It was bottle versus pen,

And 9 times out of ten,
the bottle would win.

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from Dances With Spirits, released June 1, 2015

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The Tessellate Toronto, Ontario

The Tessellate was an experiment eventually leading to my project, 'discofox'

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I'm also now NapalmDreams.bandcamp.com

My other music is over at jonathanatkins.bandcamp.com ... more

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