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Bridges
03:24
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There was a time when you were convinced you had a dream
Of knowledge, love and everything in between
You saw the cold wave and it all went up in steam
You stayed under the spell of this machine
Waiting for some miracle vaccine
In this quandary you will slowly fade away
Certain things are harder to convey
But if you feel like you’re running out of things to say
Go ahead and say it anyway
Go ahead but
Tell me: why are we burning all the bridges
The moment that we see that maybe we’re not that strong?
So what’s it going to be, the open wound or stitches?
I feel there’s nothing left that can’t go wrong
There was a point when you forgot to see the flow
And any of the keys you used to know
With all the floor plans folded up locked in storage
Just go ahead and try to kill the glow
Go ahead but
Tell me: why are we burning all the bridges
The moment that we see that maybe we’re not that strong?
So what’s it going to be, the open wound or stitches?
I feel there’s nothing left that can’t go wrong
That can’t go
Anywhere near the ruin
If you can’t be clear in what you’re doing
Let it appear
It’s time to break the seal
It’s no crime to take the wheel
Tell me: why are we so hesitantly acknowledging where to turn?
We plead so vehemently that bridges are there to burn
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The Climb
04:01
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So you think that you’re untouchable
Oh how you paid to get there
You took down the indestructible
As it got you nowhere
Verity brought you into line
But you lie awake in bed at night
You brought it up so let it out
Revelation remains out of sight
And you relapse self-doubt
Unravel but do not rewind
No distractions from the climb
You set out to clear the grime
Time would tell you what you’ve done
But by the time it got here you were already gone
So you thought this was sustainable
It had taken you so long
Well, finally it seems attainable
Cut the cord and move on
Unravel but do not rewind
No distractions from the climb
You set out to clear the grime
Time would tell you what you’ve done
But by the time it got here you were already gone
No distractions from the climb
You set out to clear the grime
Time will tell you what you’ve done
There are things you can’t outrun
You remember your distress
And all those late-night phone calls too
There is no one to impress
And there’s nothing to undo
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Rewrite
03:29
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Drifting into the sunset you had to stay on trail
Tried to follow the footsteps that lured you into jail
Out of the blue the line was cut through while your cover had been blown
Numbing yourself to not get repelled when instead you could have grown
Blinded by the distortion that never was outweighed
You were falling out of proportion and peacefully obeyed
Would you have known if you hadn’t thrown all those faculties to waste?
It might have conserved your sensory nerves for the subtleties you face
You won’t get a rewrite yet
If you don’t dare to fight back
For all the conscious decision you couldn’t lift the veil
Fell victim to the precision of a sniper that won’t fail
The less you perceive the more you believe that you don’t care for anyone
The tiniest sign they simply align makes them vanish one by one
You won’t get a rewrite yet
If you don’t dare to fight back
Silently you’ve assembled all the pieces of your gun
As it starts to resemble your last demon on the run
The biggest of thieves made you believe that he won’t ask for anything
Albeit tame there still is a flame and it bears all that love can bring
You won’t get a rewrite yet
If you don’t dare to fight back
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Delusion
04:01
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Domineering forces interfering with my blood flow
Just lurking creatures or the wisest teachers how would I know
All bits and pieces of false diseases they have them engraved
They came to plunder to put me under and keep me enslaved
All I know for sure is that we never know what will be
Sick of measures to keep simple pleasures that won’t thrill me
All this lighting to appear exciting and put on a glow
So when you’re called out you could stand proud with nothing to show
This blatant infusion’s pumping through my veins
Please show me how to bore a drain
Deep inside of me I keep the guide to be a primate
Still the ghost is there but almost all of me did mutate
You’ve been drowning. I’ve been drowning. Who has got it worse?
This competition is the oldest tradition we have on this hearse
This blatant infusion’s pumping through my veins
Please show me how to bore a drain
This ancient delusion is thumping in my brain
And you ask me to ignore the pain
Who, at the darkest part of night
Would choose to only navigate by sight?
The batteries we stored
Are all dead
It seems we have never learned to tell
A beacon from a will-o’-wisp so well
With all senses overboard
No land ahead
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Prediction
04:07
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All I want to have is closure
So don’t just take it from the top
I feel I’m dying from exposure
Tracked down by the angriest of mobs
Waving with their torches in the dark
Pointing with suspicion at my mark
This round has ended in a forfeit
The count of all the partial deaths
I’ve grown accustomed to this corset
Too tight for the shallowest of breaths
All the tiny promises I made
I find myself just breaking them of late
I’m hooked on the prediction of the faintest love affair
I’m clinging to the friction of a thread that isn’t there
To the brilliant lover boy, who deprives himself of joy
I’ll be drinking
These walls are impossible to see through
I fall as I am reaching for the keys
Stand down and nobody will hurt you
They promised me, they promised me
Trading all the secrets I can’t keep
Now here I’m surprised that I can’t sleep
I’m hooked on the prediction of the faintest love affair
I’m clinging to the friction of a thread that isn’t there
To the brilliant lover boy, who deprives himself of joy
I’ll be drinking
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Abrasion
04:16
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You have struggled oh boy have you struggled and now you keep asking what for
The silent assassin that comes with impermanence has shaken you to the core
Will you keep looking for clues in this monotonous abuse that keeps you cold?
Will you be able to see that sometimes what we plead we cannot uphold?
Time is ticking you know time is ticking while you keep fading away
What never mattered eventually started to hit you everyday
You started cleaning your slate when it seemingly too late to make a change
You knew your demons would rise but still it took you by surprise how they rearranged
You have got to know
You define them and you’re out there
Let them find you, and let them strip you down
Follow markers pointing nowhere
Always smiling till you hit the ground
Grab another one go grab another one drink all your troubles away
Hear the excuses your mind introduces to get you to overstay
Now did you honestly think they wouldn’t find a way to sink their teeth into your soul?
For almost no one to see you went back down on your knees to mourn what they just stole
You have got to see
All the silent disappointments
They were peaceful with no one else around
And with every new assignment
You were careful not to make a sound
If you mark down all occasions
When you stood back and when you stood your ground
42 years of abrasion
Make you wonder why you’re still around
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Truths
02:57
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All the wounds you neglected long ago
They demand their toll
You want to learn how to pay them what you owe
And redeem your soul
But truths you don’t believe in
They choose to pick a fight
And here you thought they’d be leaving
At the dead of night
Hang on
Hang on
What made you think that you would be this strong?
You don’t know why you even opened up the gate
You begin to shout
They stop … and continue with the raid
Just to wear you out
Now truths you don’t believe in
They slowly rock your boat
And just as you thought they’d be leaving
They silently slit your throat
Hang on
Hang on
What made you think that you would be this strong?
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Demons
04:12
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Here’s to all the demons who would never place their bets on you
In the current season they will hand out bites too big to chew
When they ridicule you, you can hear your voice is breaking, achingly tough to understand
They will try to fool you just to see your knees are shaking, making it hard to take a stand
For the lack of options you have joined them in the game they play
None of all the captions seemed to find perfect words to say
You are irritated, 42 years in the making, now waiting just isn’t good enough
You may have overstated all the things you’d been creating, just baiting them to call your bluff
And they say that this life could be wonderful, but it’s you who never got it
They say the world is exciting and colourful, it is you who never got it
Good at bad decisions you avoid facing the forks of life
Just one more collision and you know someone will twist the knife
Will you dare to paddle when you know your boat is sinking, shrinking your chances till they’re blown?
Is it worth the hassle? See the exit lights are blinking, you’re thinking of land that hasn’t shown
And they say that this life could be wonderful, but it’s you who never got it
They say the world is exciting and colourful, it is you who never got it
You take it all out, on the last courageous shot to make it happen
To turn it around and leave it all behind
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Interlude
01:10
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10. |
Ropes
04:13
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Walking around with a blindfold on, hands tied behind your back
The rag in your mouth has a taste of formol
Remember the day that the light had gone, all you could see was black
How could you think that this was normal?
She said
This is the moment to set you free, this is the final round
This is your chance to avoid damnation
Build up the courage to disagree when no one else makes a sound
These are the rules of renunciation
So please
Please come along with me
I can show you something
In exchange for nothing
She said
Dance with me dance with me all night long, help me untie this rope
Toss me and turn me and roll me over
Conventional concepts of right and wrong made you a slave to hope
I’ll let you learn, give you full disclosure
If you
Please come along with me
I can show you something
In exchange for nothing
Please come along with me
I will show you anything
For everything you own
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Distractions
03:41
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As the fireworks distracted everyone
In the alley that was way too overrun
No one could have seen you speechless
From a million miles away
It was then when it came creeping up on you
The insignificance of anything we do
Overpowered by this weakness
You could sense the price to pay
You thought it’d be easy to clear your mind
With all the distractions that you could find
Boy, were you wrong
For a million years you pushed the truth aside
But these urges are impossible to hide
All you know despite the distance
It was a peak behind the veil
Well, the odds they say there is nothing you can do
All the time you had is running out on you
Now grasp of your existence
Has become your holy grail
You thought it’d be easy to clear your mind
With all the distractions that you could find
Boy, were you wrong
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Incisions
02:55
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You saw all the pages but now you are out
Still no idea what this book is about
Unless it’s all between the lines
You’re taking a shot at the queen of the night
Whether or not you are up for the fight
Like chess in a field of mines
Without any hand to take the wheel
You cannot expect to ever heal
You know
A saint in the daytime a sinner by night
You long for the baseline that fits you just right
You go all-out, time and time again
With a lump in your brain and a hole in your heart
You’re going insane as you’re falling apart
Fight doubts you previously condemned
Without any hand to take the wheel
You cannot expect to ever heal
You know
You’re making your own decisions here
Regardless of what you overhear
Just go
Without any hand to take the wheel
You cannot expect to ever heal
You know
You’re making your own incisions here
Temptations will not just disappear
Just go
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So you sit by the window
Giving in to the void that should be gone
You have frozen in limbo
After having renounced what lead you on
The grass, you better believe it, dries out on either side
After all this confusion
Released you without the slightest doubt
There’s a final illusion
And it is about time you figured out
The grass, you better believe it, dries out on either side
Isn’t this what you wanted?
Wasn’t this what your dream was all about?
It’s not as if you were daunted
You just silently learn that this is how
The grass, you better believe it, dries out on either side
There will always be grass for you to envy
The grass that they’re mowing is not what keeps you going
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14. |
The End Of The Summer
04:02
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There’s a voyage that just never seems to end
As long as we avoid the uncontrolled descent
We stick to what we know, let anything else go and move on
I should thank the ones who taught me how to fall
With no jumping sheet or safety line installed
Without a helping hand I had to learn to stand and get strong
It’s the end of the summer
Go with me to where the light will merge into the sea
We are nothing but the sum of odds and ends
All excuses they will fail to make amends
The pages that we turn, the bridges that we burn elude us
If there’s anything I wouldn’t want to share
It would only mean that I am not quite there
The corners that we cut, the eyes that we keep shut, they fool us
It’s the end of the summer
Go with me to where the light will merge into the sea
All I learned in over a thousand years
From the lives I never wanted
Has turned into a thousand tears
And a knife that kept me haunted
It’s the end of the summer
Go with me to where the light will merge into the sea
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To Hell With Tradition is an independent music solo project founded in 2019 by Achim Hofmeyer, a singer, songwriter, guitarist, pianist and music producer based in Heidelberg, Germany
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