It's Fine, I'm Fine

by Trebuchet

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1.
I’m writing home I know it’s late Invisible, the ink in my well Just as well Each fall pressing on mistake time for battles we’ve won The hood on this peregrine Is wearing thin In Keeping appearances I need tougher skin I pulled a thread I should have learned But what’s that piece on starting a fire And getting burned? Each fall pressing on mistake time for fun Until someone’s wise writes me off I’m undone The hood on this peregrine Is wearing thin In Keeping appearances I need tougher skin
2.
I was brought up on rich land by good men They had earned all their stripes and scars while waging all their wars Had they ever stopped, Had they ever asked themselves was life worth living? On your father’s path which had killed the grass and left Its mark on everything So go be what you want Go be who you are Don’t fight in someone else’s war When there’s nothing owed to anybody else Go be who you are Don’t fight in someone else’s war Knowing all you’ve done, you’ve done it for yourself I sought education And traveled around ‘Til I found my own wiseman Who said “you’d better listen, son, Doing what you love Can be how you live without it Being a living Don’t ever slow down, Shouldn’t go and float about, cuz You won’t have learned a thing” Go be who you are Don’t fight someone else’s war When there’s nothing owed to anybody else Go be who you are Don’t fight someone else’s war Know that all you’ve done, every single step: you’ve taken on your Own Sin in selfishness is so fucking overblown There’s so much more in the world than what you’re shown
3.
03:03
So what do I do? Wrap quickly and just push through? Is it catchy enough? Is it something you can move? Hey, tell me what do I do? Take all of my hope I won’t see it through. And all of the ways that I’d cope Just take ‘em too. Take all of my hope!! What was it you’d said? That music is a dead end? Is this happy enough? Would you want me as your friend? is all this just a dead end? Take all of my hope I won’t see it through. And all of the ways that I’d cope Just take ‘em too. Take all of my hope. Probably, I’ll tell myself all I’ve done, was done for me I’ll tell myself every song lacked vanity, to hopefully help me sleep Just let me sleep Take all of my hope I won’t see it through And all of the ways that I’d cope Just take ‘em too Take all of my hope I won’t see it through Take all of my dignity And sell me too
4.
I know this place Hardly beyond being familiar Space - and though it’s strange, I know that I’ve been here. How long had it been? How many years since I’d seen your face? Not what it was, but what I’d remembered. We began reminiscing And you said that you’d missed me As I wished wistfully It never had occurred. I hadn’t been curious from where you’d returned - or why you had left us in the first place. You told me you had heard our catalog, all the songs that we’d authored - you said you were proud and that you admired them We went on reminiscing you again said you’d missed me As I wished wistfully Every time I had been here It had only set me back What a gift to embrace you, Even just as memories firing synapse Should I let it lie? Should I be thankful and content? Should I pick it apart and figure what my brain meant? How long had it been? How many years since I’d seen your face? Not what it was, but what I’d remembered.
5.
03:12
Where’s my town? Did the city sell all of its blood off just to spite itself? Is it dying? Is it limping along? Everyone acting like there’s nothing wrong How do we support ourselves when concern for wealth is greater than concern for your own neighbor’s health? I don’t want a handout, just a hand up when a few of us are taking hand over fist. I love you, but I think you know San Francisco Oh my god, have you seen my new piece? I think that the artist is somewhere back east. It cost a fortune and I think it shows, but god what a shame that the city closed down another venue every other day People moving in next door said it’s too noisy I love you, but I think you know Goodbye home blowing in the wind Where will I fit back in? Just my luck, It’s perfect timing when everybody loves to hate a Californian. I love you, but I’ve gotta go San Francisco You know I’ve got to go You know San Francisco
6.
03:50
Why - don’t we pry when we claim to care? Where’s the invisible line? Are we certain it’s beyond repair? Lo, melancholia as if no one even knew Present as it’s always been it’s acknowledgment too much to bear You’re the only one at home And you find yourself alone Will you call me on the phone? Hey, can we talk about how we all ignore our glaring frailty? Don’t toe the line Pull the veil back Redefining masculinity You’re the only one at home And you find yourself alone Will you call me on the phone? I’ll be throwing out a line When you’re all the way inside And you’ve really truly tried I’ll be throwing out a line
7.
Oh my god, he has his mother’s eyes Look at you: my undeserved prize Would you hold him? Would you kiss him? Would you love his smile? Oh my baby, pretty baby. Ever be my child. But where would you exist in a world such as this? Oh well, I guess it’s fine What of all the things I aspire to? Put them off and never see them through? When I was young, I could only think of myself Now I’m older, not much different, even as I lose my health But where would you exist in a world such as this? Am I a pragmatist, or am I selfish? Oh well, I guess it’s fine. Somebody figure out Why do we move ourselves about I’ll not conceive a life in doubt.
8.
03:04
That’s all that I heard The wind pulled a tree down on a line with nobody there Its destruction’s absurd Must I watch it burn? An orange sky It’s the sleepless nights Devastation called on high I cower each fall When earthquakes were all that I used to worry for Will the world still turn? Must I watch it burn? an orange sky It’s the sleepless nights Devastation called on high Turn - will the world turn When I’m gone - will it burn? Burn - will it burn When I’m gone - will the world turn? It’s an orange sky (turn) It’s the sleepless nights (burn) Devastation on high (turn) Devastation on high
9.
03:32
Dear apathy, Who is the ghost in front of me? The world mistakes moxie and hate for gallantry Bring me a mirro iis there blood on my hands? Wake up, good luck if you don’t take a stand Effort and sense Progress requires your fingerprints I’ll give it a voice as much of the world is silenced Bring me a mirror is there blood on my hands? Wake up, good luck if you don’t take a stand Dear apathy, step aside. Hey empathy, who am I? Wake up, good luck If you won’t stand up Wake up, get fucked If you won’t stand up
10.
Bless - every brief exchange and passing conversation Bless - every knowing glance that’s shared between two strangers And every acknowledgment therein. Give - every care to any thought that you’d not mention Give - every joke you tell and resulting laugh your time Remembering silence is what lasts Life is only what we know Before we don’t Before we don’t Bless - every moment that I lose concern for failing Breeze - can become the wind before subsiding. This is the cycle that I’m in. Life is only what we know Before we don’t Before we don’t Weeks go on Time won’t cease to pass Windows melt Making sand of glass Bless - every melody and lyric that I’ve written as every one could be my last

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released September 25, 2020

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Trebuchet Petaluma, California

Many years of studying and working on various other musical projects together have afforded its members a strong musical chemistry: one that has helped them achieve a level of honesty on their second album, Volte-Face, which reflects the two years of drastic change in the life of lyricist Eliott Whitehurst that inspired it. ... more

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