1. |
Congratulations
03:46
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Everyone's saying, congratulations
But why don't I feel accomplished?
If the world only cares about results
why can't my efforts count for something?
It's going to be long time,
before I get to where I want to go.
I'm not sure I'm cut out for this.
What's at stake if I don't play the game?
Everyone gets second chances.
I'm going to take mine now.
I'd like to start again, with some changes.
And not miss out on the other half of life.
If I could see what I could have become
it might just give me a sense of pride
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2. |
Mirage
05:19
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Say what you want to say.
Do what you wanted to.
Be far away from me.
Try to tell yourself a lie.
I keep trying to get away from you
but you are something worth it to pursue
I will keep a little hope for me
and wish someday you're someone I can see.
An end leads back to the start.
And we are beginning to fall apart.
Your mind I can't understand
and our lives now are becoming so unplanned.
I keep trying to get away from you
but you are something worth it to pursue
I will keep a little hope for me
and wish someday you're someone I can see.
I want something I can feel.
My head is spinning like a wheel.
My days are feeling like the same
and I can't forget your name.
I keep trying to get away from you
but you are something worth it to pursue
I will keep a little hope for me
and wish someday you're someone I can see.
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3. |
The Opus
03:14
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Nine to nine leaves my bones heavy
and my hands can't hold my pay check.
Morning in and evening out
this can't be what it's all about.
And I know what it's like to
come home and open up the wine.
I'm fading away from the day.
I'm fading away
Monday comes and the weekend's over
It's time to start again in this endless circle
I'm waiting for the clock to align
my day is long but the evening is worse
And I know what it's like to
come home and open up the wine.
I'm fading away from the day.
I'm fading away
Standing there my mind starts to wander
And I can't stop thinking about
changing out of these uniform clothes
and sip a toast towards all my woes.
And I know what it's like to
come home and open up the wine.
I'm fading away from the day.
I'm fading away from the day.
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4. |
Chicago
03:59
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Looking out through the sky
between the steel and glass divide
I seem so distant to the ground
I separate myself here and now.
Every hour passes by as seconds
on my faceless watch.
Peering outward through the sky
I'm reminded of the reason why
Everything and everyone I know
can leave me at any time.
Everything and everyone I know
can leave me at any time.
You can't reach me when I'm up here.
I'd rather be staring at a foreign face
At the mercy of the sparkling lights
on this beautiful and darkest night.
What happens next depends on a
turn of the table, and will it turn my way?
Peering outward through the sky
I'm reminded of the reason why
Everything and everyone I know
can leave me at any time.
Everything and everyone I know
can leave me at any time.
Earth I feel you spinning while my
brain stays in idle.
I'm helpless in my defense to the
course that you follow.
Terrified yet still appreciate the
beauty that lies in the possibility
any minute passing may be our last.
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5. |
New Boxes
05:29
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In the suburbs
the boring couples
watch the snow falling on their lawns.
Enjoying an aesthetic of plenty
cerebrally hemorrhaging hand in hand
A cracked engine will be weeping antifreeze
The billboards will be screaming
PLEASE PLEASE don't forget us
PLEASE PLEASE don't forget us
But how could I FORGIVE
and how could I FORGET
The nuclear winters of the Midwest
The bite of snow on my skin flush
Warm whiskey melting me away
Like water colors in springs rain
Wherever she is now
I truly hope that she is sleeping tightly
and on the beach
I truly hope her skin is burning brightly
New boxes are filled with old regrets
and on her face streaming
her tears were screaming
PLEASE PLEASE forgive me
But how could I FORGIVE
and how could I FORGET
The nuclear winters of the Midwest
The bite of snow on my skin flush
Warm whiskey melting me away
Like water colors in springs rain
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6. |
Diary
04:02
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Your diary became lost in the move
And words held dear to my heart
for their my last tie to you.
Their meaning escapes with every mile
traveled through the telephone wire.
It was my mistake to let you go
this I know I know now.
Once a fire that burned so brightly
existed inside me.
Reduced to ashes before an alarm
even spoke to me.
Though in someway an understanding
reached me with peace.
I won't be able to tell you this
not even certain it wasn't a dream.
So one day if I happen to see you
please understand if I can't place your name.
And one day if you happen to see me
Please turn and walk away.
Cause it's easiest just to part
before the meeting starts.
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7. |
Interstate
04:18
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Across the sea explosions are ending the day
women everywhere cry
while I am sighing
trying to decide which products I should be buying
the world spins into oblivion but I am still standing
right where I started
And I am so sorry that I called you
but even I get a little lonely
when it’s four in the morning
It doesn’t change a thing
No you couldn’t change a thing
No you couldn’t change a thing
because I am looking for an ANSWER
to a question for which I can’t articulate
an answer to our lives which I can’t conjugate
if only I could find the interstate
well maybe I could escape
so I paint myself a dream upon a canvas several hundred miles long
the buildings are streaking past me now
with my love and sorrow miles behind tomorrow
And I am so sorry that I called you
but even I get a little lonely
when it’s four in the morning
and if we are being honest
then I do miss you.
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8. |
Ode For A Ghost
04:57
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I've been stockpiling my words
preparing an ode
an ode for a ghost
reality a fragment of my imagination
I've been bending and I've been skewing
creating a distortion
preparing an ode
an ode for a ghost
Death I’ve waited for you here
bleeding on my page
no I won’t go quietly
I've been resolving my pain
preparing an ode
an ode for a ghost
intelligence and violence
lost in the acoustics
inside America
composing a melody
preparing an ode
an ode for a ghost
Death I've waited for you here
strumming chords of rage
no I won’t go quietly
I've been howling out your name
preparing an ode
an ode for a ghost
lost in the seizures and traffic patterns
inside America
beating out a rhythm
preparing an ode
an ode for a ghost
Death I've waited for you here
I've broken all my strings
no I won’t go quietly
You can't come with me
no you can't come with me
you wouldn't understand no you couldn't understand
what it means to stand apart
alone from the start
preparing an ode
an ode for a ghost
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The Magnumb Opus Columbus, Ohio
contact: themagnumbopus@gmail.com
The Magnumb Opus (Columbus, OH) can be described as darker, melodic, indie rock
with urban inspired undertones. The content of our songs is reflective of our modernistic lives and of the utmost importance to us. Our first record is due to be released in late March.
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