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by John Brownell

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released July 15, 2013

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Track Name: The Way The Story Goes
Maybe in some other country
Maybe there's a man who can relate to how I feel
I bet he's real
Maybe he looks much like me
Maybe he is 43
With slightly darker skin
Drinks chamomile

Maybe like me he has pictures of his lost love
Hidden away in the drawer of his nightstand
Maybe we've been writing the same story and we cannot comprehend
That this is how the story's gonna end
Because this is how the story always ends

Maybe on some other planet
Maybe there's another man about to understand
The way I feel
Maybe he sorta looks like me
But he's only 33
And has six-fingered hands
And sex appeal

Maybe he still has pictures of his love
Hanging on the wall directly above her
Maybe he is writing the same story though we're light years apart
And that is how the story always starts
That's just how the story always starts

Maybe in some other universe
There is a man who can reverse the flow of time
Maybe he once looked like me
But now he is 23
And sharper in his mind

Maybe he's taking pictures of his love
Fully aware of how everything will end up
Maybe he keeps writing the same story even though he knows
Exactly how the story's gonna go

Because this is how the story always goes

That's just how the story always goes
Track Name: Time Warping Gang Theme Song
We time warp
Because we're the Time Warping Gang
And we're losing hope
That we'll ever make it home again
The past and the future are one and the same
When you time warp
With the Time Warping Gang

Here we go again!
Track Name: Poke, Prod, Hope
i have tried buttoning my mind up tight
but every time i close my eyes
i see things clearer than when open wide

when i contemplate where i stand
marvel at my own hand
i coordinate a subtle slide away

from the day to day

all over your streets
and your busy feats
don't it seem
everything is happening and nobody sees
maybe it's just me

doesn't everybody know this is just a dream?
doesn't everybody know nothing's what it seems?
doesn't everybody poke and prod and hope

something they can't see
will release them from
the continuum
to find the universe is fair
i've never ever even seen the steam at the core
but i know it's there

my whole philosophy comes from a part of me
that you would only see around these parts
with rusty goats and hungry cars

on a desert in new mexico
i drove my backhoe
out to the arroyos
and talked to carlos
and he said i'm so close

but still so far

he said "up above the sands
of your so-called sacred lands
there is no plan
so just look at your hands
and remember it's just you

it's funny how you think this is all a dream
it's funny how you think nothing's what it seems
it's funny how you poke and prod and hope

that something you can't see
will release you from
the continuum
your curiosity fulfilled
you've never ever even seen the steam at the core
and you never will"

when i shift my weight to the other side of the bed at night
i am reminded that she's gone
from my singular path through the multiverse
and it makes me curse
every word i've spit
every world i've split

doesn't everybody know this is just a dream?
it's funny how you think this is all a dream
doesn't everybody know nothing's what it seems?
it's funny how you think nothing's what it seems

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