Alias - Other Side Of The Looking Glass (2005) by Alias (보컬) on maniadb.com

Concentrate on this wave of sound with the grace of falling towers
Overpower each percussion hit with a split personality
I'm growing accustomed to feeling down in the dumps
and my tongue is sore and filled with teeth marks
This is sounding all too familiar, let's change the topic to music
I'm tired of talking, I'm eager to write in the first person point of view
I'm also looking forward to collapsing from it all
I went from unhappy to weirdness to unhappy once again
It's a boring mess of sixteen measure soundbites
and stretched out lambskin that isn't even mine
I also feel inclined to mention that gut-wrenching feeling will not subside
I ride in the uncertainty lane constantly biting my nails
and glancing at the planes that keep passing over,
longing to be on the inside, splitting a soda
with the guy three seats ahead of me
I didn't say hello? How socially dead of me
How are you? Insert small talk here..

[Chorus]
Please pass the "how are you's."
I'm not trying to prove a point to the walking dead
and use my songs as smelling salts to get inside your head
Set off some introspect. Welcome to my world of jesters,
the aforementioned and lost intellect
Let's play "who's got it worst."

I'm sure to lose but I'll be a good sport to keep it smooth
and act as though I got something to prove to everyone around me
Surrounding me with extended fingers
Feel free to curl them inward, now sit and ponder that
I'm tired of the preconceived. Let's all put our emotions on the table
Tell me what you think of that. Okay, how 'bout the next one?
My level of concern was left in ME,
it created more room for the big "T"
and now that's running low (haha)
The skill is gone to the break of those points, whichever comes first
Creative bursts from a joint with outbursts
Rehearsed response never hurts but becomes overdone
Let's all put our wax lips on
and pretend that we're all having lots of fun for the sake of whoever
Don't get upset and set up something clever to be said to prove a point,
clench down on where it's sore
Laughter and whispers have caused ears to sprout in the back of my head
and have me feeling like I'm standing on a trap door

[Chorus]

Let's play "who's got it worst." I keep losing
Abusing the things I value most, what's my problem?
Well, not to brag or boast, but I can't count the times
I've been on the verge of losing the urge to continue this journey into myself
I've sat down with those who don't have the time to discover their losses
Theirs, not mine. I'm quite aware of where my belongings and my stance is
Time to get used to the glances and head checks for myself
and it's time to stop thinking and tone it down
for the mental health of the one who's on the outside of the window
"There's the bright side now!"
I'll tiptoe over Jenn and get out of her side of the bed
and somehow smile at the things that usually upset me
"Turn that frown upside-down!"
This is the motivational tape for...you guessed it
Don't mind me, don't mind me, don't mine me..

[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Alias]
I arrive on a breath of velvet wind
Begin, enter darkness unseen by those who haven't sinned
Slowly step in time with raindrops pelting the earth and soil
Quietness to calm the turmoil
Slipping into darkness, different than Mr. Lewis
I hear "Who's this
Walking across my lawn?"
My workday begins at breaking dawn
With each revolution around that star
How will these souls know me
When they don't even know who they are?
I'm the one who eases blood pressure and eliminates stress
Yet doctors work against me
And even though they (tried the best one?)
Rest assured that I'll inevitably triumph over their attempts
It's feeble
Cause they don't understand that their temps have one day been granted
What they've planted will remain, it's a cycle
Just like the rain I step in time with today
It falls with the sole purpose of washing all your tears away

[Verse 2: Alias]
As I stroll silently amongst the shadows
I see that I'm between nothingness and eternity
I'm the last one you see before your journey
And the one who releases answers to your uncertainty
Some wish to seek shelter from the rain
Thinking they would be avoided by me and my glances inside their brain
Look past (hail) thoughts and the occasional tumor
To understand how you truly feel
How will I approach this case?
Thought to self:
Look on face for any signs of anxiousness
Unhappy with life style i.e. armloads of thanklessness
And it is this that gives me my direction
Of what they seek
My open arms of protection
Are waiting for the innocent and meek
To come towards me and say,
"Let me hear your voice"
At that point there's no looking back
This is when your soul comes undone
And you and your creator once again become one
For I will talk about how they have led a fulfilling life, in fact
That's when they react
With a deep exhale
Close their eyes, then turn pale
Brief, for I've taken their hand
And taken them through their life
In a three-second span
Decisions, decisions
Should I stay or should I go?
Coming with me right now would mean...
Absolutely nothing (at all/atoll/a toll?)
But if they stay to clean up messes
We'll have to sit and tell them
That today's dreams are tomorrow's successes
But you still have time
Buy your toys, make the most of it
Until I return for your departure
Or until my voice becomes clear to start your
Journey
Into... solitude

Initial thought: turn it up a notch from the regular
Capture feelings I convey and hold them tight for five minutes
Within this voice is a being who seeks understanding
planning for a future of prosperity
I went from hating everything to enjoying most
and all it took was transferring to another coast
I'm a transplant transforming opinions and transferring thoughts
I brought along a little friend called emotion, he's everything they're not
I mean, hey, I try my best to put a bug in the ears of the blind
then again, I had to figure all this out on my own
I owe this much to myself
This if for the wealth I'll never see but I'll never be alone
I recall never getting this feeling the entire year
and all it took was a stumble and pushing some squares
Unaware of creations held within
I'm crawling through it all to find a place to rest
Begin the process of scabbing over with no picking
Reopening wounds leads to infections. Therapy is practiced weekly
Pass the papyrus and inkwell to compose the thoughts
to convey, to jack open closed engines
Complex perplexing questions repeated
Give a canned response yet again
I'd rather roll around in the Paper Patch
Monumental memories from before my insides were forced to hatch
and come into themselves: a mean case of motion sickness
I'm trying to disperse the sensation I received too many years ago
with the slickness of muddy basslines
Why? When I'll have no responsibilities to someone else's cause
I wouldn't mind applause for welding words in a non-existent scheme
Why question anyone else's actions?
Continue worrying about my own and doing as I see fit
Feelings speak louder than both actions and words combined
Trying to find a way to get that candle relit and...uh..

[Chorus:]
Here I am, where it ended last time
Starting point ending first just like the frame before
The graininess softens the entire scene
prompting urges to put on my coat and pass through that door..
but...uh...I'm dying to stay

Stuck in these four walls dying of heat and happiness, professing my feelings
This is closure for the masses
I love the smell of musty records and I'm sickened by spring break
another reason I developed my own education
Imagine if everyone could be themselves
Today, I walked against the herd and chuckled
'cause I found it quite ironic
Oh, what a feeling to break the chains of writer's block. Upbeat requirement
There's an ounce of "I can't stand you" that I keep in reserves:
break the glass in case of emergency
Urgent message: "You've lost the pattern!"
I'm not deaf, I'm ignoring you flooring the naysayers for entertainment
"Yo, this track is funky!" You quiet down!
I'm only allowed to do depressing songs that worry Jenn
but I must admit this feels really good
I can make you cry without laughter instead of just crying
so I'll continue cradling my pen
I've gone an entire album without excessive slang, so let's ruin that:
"Phat! Phunky! Phresh! Def! Cold chillin' in effect!
It's off the meat hook! Yo, this jawn is fly!"
Now that I've dumbed it down
will you pass me your acceptance to put in my sack?
Mine is the one that says "Bad MamaJama."
This collection of random thoughts was brought to you today
by being sent home early and was also sponsored
by newfound inspiration and eagerness
I hope you enjoyed the show...and...uh..

[Chorus]

We create wheel barrows full of sound for it to be dumped into a black hole:
the bottomless abyss of bi-polar disorders
A broken abacus down to good times
Someone please write a post-it note to remind me why I'm doing this
and when to pay the cable bill
Won't talk about the cage, it's been touched on too much
Besides, I'm seeing dead whales all too often
which in itself is rather frightening
Sad how bad times make good music
Hope I can maintain this great depression
and leave myself guessing if I can out do the former until the end
We're all waiting for the payoff..
I have one, they have none, so I'm feeling rather lucky and guilty at the
same time

We all whistle a salty tune to ourselves for the world to hear
and when it's time to capture memories
the closest thing to a smile we can muster is a sneer
And giving blood, sweat, and tears in exchange for cold sweat
and fears is only equal to a tickled throat for so long
So the songs lose excitement and loops become grating
My being is scarred up and I can't keep myself from picking
We turn pages and fight sore hands
ADD addicts of abrasiveness joyriding through the same scene over and over
Time and time again I'm asking myself why
but I'm proud of the dust of twenty cities irritating my eyes
"All for what?" loops in my head
I ain't fessin' 'til I'm dead or until everything is said
She has bouquets of poppies spilling from her heart
and I'm stuck here tapping my pen on my pad of paper wondering where to start
I suppose this comes with the process and problems, getting by
three reasons to do this: her, them, and I

[Chorus:]
Kicking myself, standing on the edge with a dumb look on, snapping out of it
asking, "what are you doing?"
Kicking myself, standing on the edge with a dumb look on, snapping out of it
asking, "what are you thinking?"
Kicking myself, standing on the edge with a dumb look on, snapping out of it
asking, "where are you going?"
Kicking myself, standing on the edge with a dumb look on, snapping out of it
asking, "why?"

On overcast days, I'm at one with myself
but perhaps I should take advice from bumper stickers
But seeing old guitarists on their farm with their children reminscing
is that feeling that I'm missing from almost a year ago
Back then, it was all about looking through the bullet holes and sighing
Now it's snapping my fingers at Linus and smiling
I guess it takes hard times to curl my fingers, not a fist
but around this blue flex-grip asking, "do you think...?"
Select a question to be answered in words that are next to nothing
that's how I kept my sanity in the first half
I feel like someone is passing hula-hoops down the length of my body
yet the theater seats are empty, yet I still hear that laugh
It takes a power outage to muster creativity
just like tragedies and the commerce on the Stars and Stripes
Who am I to say? I have problems getting a blank page moving
just one of my insecurities that I suppose will come and go today
All I can hear are the drums I search for
that might be why the pens are mute at this point
Sole says, "it's rubies and rabies,"
and lately I've been foaming at the mouth
Can't put my finger on why
my sleeves are sopping wet with possiblys and maybes
This is the part where I repeat the last two lines
of the song before the chorus to drive across my point
This is the part where I repeat the last two lines
of the song before the chorus to drive across my point?

[Chorus]

Intake ambiance a tool for meditation
Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete
Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation
Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete
[x2]

I'm trying to break this writer's cramp, massage my hand and daydream
Out the window innuendo, watch the water find it's path down the glass
It seems, erratic direction, it's only perfection
Rest my head inside my hands, pace back and forth inside my mind
I wish sometimes I wouldn't reminisce so much
such things, tend to make one reflect and dissect situations to an extreme
Hard now to redeem what was there before
No more gone are those days and ways have parted
Gone from feeling solid trust to outsmarted
Anyway, I'm now moving on to a distance far from yesterday
It's best this way
I feel as though I've missed this moment of truth
Outcome uneventfull. I've lost the ability to feel sentimental
I can stare at a puddle and see a million places I love
It's comforting thoughts of places I've been, places I will never see again
Send my love to all who were there, wishing I could crawl back in
But I've transformed and the pieces wouldn't fit, so the sorenecks will cease
Eyes searching to the sky to try to find some form of peace
And I keep pulling up blanks, yet I'm wearing this mask for the sake of others
We all miss things I suppose, we must let go, well I'm not ready
Just let me sit in silence and soak in what's trailing down the window
to cleanse my emotions, to begin the process of preparing myself

Intake ambiance a tool for meditation
Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete
Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation
Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete
[x2]

I watch the drop join it's friends and become one with the crowd
All to well, forcing me to sigh out loud
Look into clouds, to envision, the inside of my head
I'm turing leave at this turning point. Remembering what they said
as they drove off one by one
they left taking pieces of me untill I felt empty inside
already looking forward to that day when I'd be returning
and I hadn'r even left yet
From then on I took the inside out approach
Granted lots of time to think when when your new position is coach
And your crew is sleeping the whole time, when it's 2:00 am in the morning
And you're in the middle of nowhere with the buzz of the AM radio
the only one that's there
Think a lot about life, that's where it all began for me
the more I thought, the more more I began to clearly see
absolutely every aspect of life in a new light
I figured out my Rubix Cube.. (haha) well I got it somewhat right
And things are coming together as I slowly come undone
And the occurence known as the "it" is swept under the rug
and now my burden weights a ton
But it only makes me stronger and I refuse to break
I'm letting things pass by, for the family's sake
Just give me a picture of the truth so I can hold it near
and watch the rainfall, syncopated with one lonesome tear

Intake ambiance a tool for meditation
Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete
Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation
Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete
[x2]