Cassettes
From the album Let’s Get Bloody
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Song Info
This is one of several songs created as part of my open source collaboration project. Thanks to the amazing audio provided by Orchestral Movement of 1932, Dave Patrikios, James Santiago and Yumenomado.
Lyrics
After all, they are just memories
Like the photos of my past, of my childhood
Sitting there in a shoebox under the eaves
Why should I care?
I look at them every few years
and while it’s refreshing, it deepens my fears
It’s a time that has come and gone
becoming less significant with each passing second
Why should I stare?
On this last day on earth
Do I really want this box of memories by my side
Just to remind me of my past?
Magnetic particles encased in plastic
slowly degrading into dust.
I have these dreams, that when I die
I won’t have anything, and it makes me smile.
On this last day on earth
Do I really want this box of memories by my side
Just to remind me of my past?
Leave the memories, play the stories
Empty bodies, skeleton recordings
