Everything All at Once

by Sea In The Sky

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1.
Dreamer 05:18
I dream of better days when I was a child, everything Seemed so easy through that narrow little lens I just want to feel that way again. Recount the hands of the clock as they came and went. We mourn the loss of the people we were back then. Through the seeds that we’ve sewn, We’re growing slowly, slowly, cynical, cynical. We’re selling days at a time like it’s time well spent. We mourn the loss of the people we were back then. Through the seeds that we’ve sewn, We’re growing slowly, slowly, cynical, cynical. Hey you better come out right swinging kid And I don’t mind about the places you say you’ve been. Hey you better come out right swinging kid And I don’t mind about the places you say you’ve been. Maybe when we’re older and wiser Fractured sight will start to feel comfortable Scratch the eyes till we are good and blind Help us see again a second time Recount the hands of the clock as they came and went. We mourn the loss of the people we were back then. Through the seeds that we’ve sewn, We’re growing slowly, slowly, cynical, cynical. We’re selling days at a time like it’s time well spent. We mourn the loss of the people we were back then. Through the seeds that we’ve sewn, We’re growing slowly, slowly, cynical, cynical. Hey you better come out right swinging kid And I don’t mind about the places you say you’ve been. Hey you better come out right swinging kid And I don’t mind about the places you say you’ve been. Take it. Your whole life’s ahead of you, Don’t let it go to your head. When you’re sleeping. Breathe in slow, Dream as high as your Bedroom ceiling will allow you to, All of the things you’ll do. Take it. Your whole life’s ahead of you, Just don’t let it get to you. Aim your arrow high, Not only for yourself, but also For us and all who follow. Take your rightful time, But remember that all this time is borrowed From someone else.
2.
Stay as you are. The answers you seek are not in the comfort in Windows and bars. These moments you keep are getting you nowhere. With so many stones unturned. Afraid of what we’ll find. Do you ever think we’ve fallen short of life? The stable in safety subsides quickly to remorse. Do you ever think we’ve fallen short? Or do you really want to know. Cause’ I do. Skip the needle that scratches the record that echoes in my chest. There’s not a silence enough as to quiet the stupid little things inside my head. Search the chorus for key holes and doors, an exit to this mess. There’s not a silence enough as to quiet the stupid little things. Just settle down. Each path that you make take, There is never a better way for you to wander. Impossible as it seems We’re scared to death to try. Do you ever think we’ve fallen short of life? The stable in safety subsides quickly to remorse. Do you ever think we’ve fallen short of.. The part that makes us whole. Is it really so impossible to know what we’re doing here? Or would you rather find synthetic happiness in another blissful drink? Such a silly thing for such little things to think. Happiness is a season that passes. We’ll hold our own until we make it ourselves.
3.
Hollow little home. In this time we’ve come to know. We’re nothing more than migrants. (And) The antithesis of ignorance is bliss. This is bigger than ourselves. Feel it on your skin. Oxytocin floods the brain. Never been so scared. The winter waits for no one but itself. Feeling like a child. The only real constant is change. Lost, but not alone. In searching for a sense of self. Each and all things that you love, you could’ve never truly known. And all this time, we’ve been taking this for granted. Out of sight and out of mind. Something greater lies in store for us. Every sleepless night. Finds yourself viewing your own wake. Pacing in a room. Pondering the dust upon your shelf. Where’s the sense at all In praying for an early grave. Every heavy step In searching for a sense of self. If you keep fear from your mind, then it's not half bad. You're bleeding half to death trying to figure out what's going to happen next, but It’s all happening exactly as it should.
4.
Recall the moment that you dug me up. Choke down the momentary blood and dust. I had buried that part of me in the forest floor years ago, now. Stand up, relearn to walk on broken limbs. Curse myself because i’m always fucking stumbling. Like a murder of crows, I pick apart everything good about me. And every night I get this feeling like i’m dying alone. Pin me up and hang me from the crosses. I’m not a martyr, I’m the thief nailed through the hands beside of him. I don’t know… If you can bring me back again, but I hope so. Because I’ve been dying since the day we met to know you. Think back to decomposing in your bed. Each word is bleeding us a little less. Should I bury the axe, or should I try to return the freshly dead? Fight off the things that I am scared of most. Enamored by a ghost that I had made up. But I loved every skeleton in that closet you’re so afraid of. And every time I get this feeling like I scare you to death. In my head, you’re lighting up your torches. I’m not a monster, i’m the innocent creaks through the house that I grew up in. And every night I get this feeling like i’m dying alone. Pin me up and hang me from the crosses. I’m not a martyr, I’m the thief nailed through the hands beside of him. I don’t know if you can bring me back again, because I’ve been dying to know you. Specter of dying light, won’t you put me back together one more time? Specter of dying light, won't you bring me back to life?
5.
Night Anchor 04:05
Lie awake and wonder why. I’m not afraid to say i’m terrified Of when the lights should go out And they’re flickering, flickering. Stagger forward, stumble blind. Do they see at all in the same hues we do? What lies in the corners of The back of our skulls, we’re imagining the worst And why leave the mattress when When under the covers we’re safe From every silhouette we see Spinning the reel, fallin’ apart Play it all back, back again. If you believe, I believe, too. Infinite expanding dark, feel the ground right where we stand. If you believe, I believe, too. Lie awake and wonder why. I’m not afraid to say i’m terrified Of when the lights should go out And they’re flickering, flickering. Stagger forward, stumble blind. Do they see at all in the same hues we do? You’re forcing your eyes closed shut Pray to the flashlight for a means to an end Creep through the hallway floor Press your hands to the wall to find A switch to cure the blind anxiety Anchored to your bed. They hold you down, you’re screaming out, but You’ll be fine. Pressure on your chest. They're holding you down, you're screaming out, but You'll be fine Lie to yourself, say you’ve done this before and Take up the courage you’ve kept in the floorboards.
6.
Just tell it straight. Put it right on the table. Make it everything that you’ve ever really wanted to say. Forget the odds. What’s the point of life if not for risks to take? It’s comforting. This feeling that I get to take another look over every stubborn ledge I come across. Holding on to hopes that I might fall. Breathe in. Serotonin don’t you fail me now I will complicate this, complicate this. Ideal of grin and bear it. I think we’re moving way too fast for our own good. (For our own eager good) (Or maybe just for mine) A captive room. A chemical imbalance. There’s no helping hands when you’re digging nails deep into the walls, again. We’re characters in dire search of exits. It’s sobering. This feeling that I get to take another look over every stubborn ledge, I.. Breathe in. Serotonin don’t you fail me now. I will complicate this complicate this. Ideal of grin and bear it. I think we’re moving way too fast for our own good.
7.
Who am I to know? To taste it makes me nervous When nobody deserves a thing. Laced inside my skin. Pull the string and watch my head move Anyway that they desire to Little white lie, I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be honest. A character, And i’ve been playing the part for most of my life. You plant the seed of self doubt Like a weed it’ll grow Try to pull out the thorns, But they’re sinking in deeper Carve its mark into skin For all else to see Cover up as you can. Nobody wants the real you. In the absence, all alone Paper conscience, cardboard bones will start to tear Paint me anyway you’d like. Skip the brush and grab the knife Who am I to know? To taste it makes me nervous, When nobody deserves a thing. Laced inside my skin. Pull the string and watch my head move Anyway that they desire to. Ever crashing tides, I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be alive for once. Reflect on what it means When I can’t recognize the person staring back When you happen to find out, Will you promise to let me know? Hanging loose in it’s frame, Out of place, sits the picture. Of a time when youth had Kept the string out of my throat Choking on every cry of: But I still feel like a kid, so.
8.
False Cods 02:52
Painter, bring the weight of your thoughts to the lead in the paint on your Fingertips. Chizel abstract to fruition. Wetware. All we are is wetware. Pastel paint on the side of organic canvas. At a fault we are imperfect little portraits Tracing details in ourselves I can’t tell. Where is the artist and what is the art? Maker, found your luck in the shades that poured from your veins When you made her. Another masterpiece in place. Fake art. All we are is fake art. An accident of the brush, mixing colors on palettes. Forge your fate. Guide the pen to the paper. Sign your name. Take credit where credits due Show some faith, Existence is a process Take the time left to find A means to a meaning At a fault we are imperfect little portraits Tracing details in ourselves I can’t tell. When the paint should begin to dry When the ink begins to run Put ourselves upon the wall And I can’t tell. Where is the artist and what is the art?
9.
Count all the half written pages. Stranger than fiction, life reads. Each empty page is a process. Fill in each gap with things we don’t perceive as good. We’re stuck in this single state of mind Just to last through the winter. Have some faith in me, I need this now, more than ever. You stare straight ahead out the window. The faces passing by look all the same (will find you) Feeling so small and so hollow But every single shoulder bears the same weight of life. We’re stuck in this single state of mind, Just to last through the winter time. A single fire lit to keep us warm. But there’s got to be more. So let’s not pretend that everything is fine, When she’s the only one to give this head some peace of mind.
10.
A trick of light, a slight of hand. There must be some mistake. Are we first to known this chance Or are we drowning in the wake of But I don’t know if I’m the one to have what it takes To keep this ground from slipping underneath us. As I grind my hands against the turning Earth below I think of all the things I have to hold on to Every limb extends another worried branch my way How truly lucky we are to be apart of this. I’ve been seeing shapes in ink and Reading all the signs wrong Worried every word will come out hollow in my hands. Save up your penance, man! There’s no place to be sinking in yourself, you’ve Bound your hands for so many reasons. Everything, all at once! Like a thread, intertwined into itself, we’re Each a stitch, keeping the story. Save up your penance, man! What’s the point in the screaming at yourself? Bite your tongue for so many reasons. Everything, all at once! Like a book, gathers dust upon the shelf Tells the tale of Human existence And as I grind my teeth against the nervous jaw below, I think of all courageous people who would bleed for this. While this ship is surely sinking that we sail upon, how truly lucky I am to be here with all of you. I’ve been seeing shapes in ink and Reading all the signs wrong Worried every word will come out hollow in my. Save up your penance, man! What’s the point in the screaming at yourself? Bite your tongue for so many reasons. Everything, all at once! Like a book, gathers dust upon the shelf Tells the tale of Human existence. I looked down on everything we’ve ever really known And I felt everything, all at once.

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released September 29, 2017

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Sea In The Sky Redwood City, California

Sea In The Sky was founded in July 2012. They have created a unique, fresh sound that has caught the attention of the San Francisco bay area music scene.These four up and coming musicians provide you heavy, groovy and catchy instrumental music that is similar to Periphery, Animals as Leaders, Scale The Summit, CHON, and Intervals. ... more

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