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Passive
03:04
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I hate being passive
Can't stand my own ground
Thinking peace so easy
Escaping problems weekly
Can't confront for shit
At home throwing a fit
Self centered from the start
Friends don't know who you are
Let's brush things under the rug
Tuck it in real slowly
Wait until bubble bursts
Knowing that it's gonna hurt
I may sound indirect
Don't worry I'll get better soon
Ignorance may be a bliss
But I can't live my life like this.
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Comfort
02:34
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So this is what it's like
To let go of someone I love
It doesn't seem that bad
But hits you hard later on
Your pain is my pain too
You may not think that it's true
I will try and cope, but memories come back
It drowns my soul.
And the sun goes down
Her shine's not there anymore
How can there be comfort when you're left alone?
How can there be comfort when you're left alone?
Solo
And the sun goes down
Her shine's not there anymore
How can there be comfort when you're left alone?
How can there be comfort when you're left alone?
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Complacent Friends
04:50
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Go about life, fake this smile, nobody else understands what's up
Looking down this puddle, reflects nothing
Ideal day for you could be so idle, vegetating is the new cancer
All this time and no growth, inspiration won't come forth
What is the matter?
They look so happy, maybe I can't stand myself not being to their level emotionally, dissatisfied
Complacent friends are around, having no goals but happiness is found
Bigger dreams equals challenge, accept the battle so you can move on
Results are not so instant, patience is needed
This whole strive's not an issue for you, seems like everything's figured out
Stable work, fuck your wife, have a baby, grow old and die
But that doesn't matter, I can feel like winning one day,
Unfortunately I'm still dissatisfied emotionally
How can this resolve?
Complacent friends here today, nothing profound but have better things to say
All my friends are moving forward while I'm just stuck in this unknown
All my friends are moving forward, their eyes are glued to their cell phones
All my friends are moving forward while I strive to be someone else
But all my friends are moving
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Vision
04:33
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I want to share this same vision with someone, just like all the golden moments I lived but they're all gone
I feel the nostalgia, I feel the nostalgia, but I don't need anyone
Needle running through the record, I run a lap around my memory,
certain songs sticks out remembering times of youth that I missed thinking,
Where have all those days gone?
Where have all those days gone?
I want to share this same vision with someone, just like all the golden moments I lived but they're all gone
I feel the nostalgia, I feel the nostalgia, but I don't need anyone
Long drive back home
To my melancholy head space
Felt like postponed
An ending to this series, but we're in a much better place
I feel the nostalgia, I feel the nostalgia, but I don't need anyone
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The Poet and the Clown
03:24
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Was he a poet? Was he a clown?
I can't tell which one, he acted both of them well
Was he happy? Was he sad?
Either way I didn't get a chance to say farewell
He had a voice of a narrator, bragging bout every movie he was part of,
Still American dreaming...
Place he stayed was so damn expensive
His career couldnt make the ends meet
So he went out and drove taxi
Clear this air, this life is such a nightmare
He can't dream no more
Was he a poet? Was he a clown?
When he did act one he had quite a story to tell
Strapped with all the debt he can't pay, turned inheritance into white lines
He said it's time to close his eyes
Neighbors running out of burning building, he forgot to put out his cigarette
My Dad said he died from stress
Clear this air, this life is such a nightmare
He can't dream no more
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