Joseph Marrett - Bass
Brian Rutledge - Trumpet
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Piano, Electric Guitar
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals

With:
Sadie Dupuis - Lead Vocals

I been riding a digital horse through an uncanny valley
I been cryin' under fluorescent lights just hoping maybe I could rally

New age technicolor, peak experience
Take a gander at the score, that's all there really is

I been riding a digital horse through an uncanny valley

They always numb out when I shake hands say nice to meet ya
Around these parts that's why they call me Local Anesthesia

Dissonance in the data, a sad state of affairs
Try to go at it alone, but everything comes in pairs

They always numb out when I shake hands say nice to meet ya

Robbed of our inheritance, fucked over round the bend
An eerie feeling in my gut, it's happening again
We're gonna need the best of us, we're gonna need our friends
Time will tell us
Rip right through us
Come out of us
So slam cut to this

I been riding a digital horse through an uncanny valley
I been riding a digital horse through an uncanny valley
I been riding a digital horse through an uncanny valley
And I don't wanna go through it
And I don't wanna go through it
Just trying to get back home
Eye the horizon on the road
But I don't wanna go through it
I guess I gotta go through it
I guess I gotta go

Joseph Marrett - Bass
Brian Rutledge - Trumpet
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Electric Piano
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals, Samples

With:
Craig Finn - Vocals
Aaron Perrino - Vocals

I never been to Stockholm but I've enjoyed its syndrome
Never messed with Texas but I fucked "the state"
Resist as you might, this is the time of your life
A New York minute could last for an eternity

So, if this must be the place let the maps all get erased
And if we're dying on the vine get my lawyer on the line

We'll burn this atlas down
To the ground and then build it back up just to burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to burn it down
Let's burn this atlas down

They say when in Rome, I guess I'm always there, in a way
We may not be in Kansas but it still feels like home
A compass in hand in a non-magnetic land
California dreamin became my one true nightmare

So if we're starting a map from scratch let us batten down the hatch
Calling all cartographers: we're taking back what's yours.

We'll burn this atlas down
To the ground and then build it back up just to burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to burn it down
Let's burn this atlas down

Now, a map is not the place
Like the sketch is not the face
So let us represent terrain
Not how it has been, but how it unfolds in dreams

So, let's burn this atlas down
To the ground and then build it back up just to burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to burn it down to the ground
Let's burn this atlas down

Joseph Marrett - Bass, banjo, backing vocals
Brian Rutledge - Synthesizer
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Organ
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals

You jigsaw me
Like 1 2 3
I bleed and jive
Stealin' honey from the hive

I fuck pray love
I push and shove
Then my fortune reads:
"You know I undermine my purpose
Like a camouflage band-aid"

Like a camouflage band-aid
Like a camouflage band-aid
Like a camouflage band-aid

It all for free
It's A B C
It's do or die
It's you or I

That's how it goes
Just ask your fingers and your toes
And when we get to the floor, you'll be useless in a new way

Like a camouflage band-aid
Like a camouflage band-aid
Like a camouflage band-aid
Like a camouflage band-aid

Joseph Marrett - Bass, banjo
Brian Rutledge - Trumpet
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Organ
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Piano, Lead Vocals

With:
Matt Parish - Guitar

Dream with me
In the craters of the plains
Let me cool off in the moonlight
Let me hold you in my arms

Is it true?
You love the way I'm down to earth
I could come through the clouds
Let the lightning bring me down

"Hello, Night"
In the thunder and rain
This is who I became
It's alright
I'm your meteorite

Don't hesitate to run some science on my ways
Maybe we'd both learn something helpful
And you'd forget your asteroid

He's up there
And I've landed here in front of you
I could come through the clouds
Let the lightning bring me down

"Hello, Night"
In the thunder and rain
This is who I became
It's alright
It's no secret the way
That I burst into flames as I arrive
And the telescope in hand brings you closer to the land we'll unite
I'm your meteorite

And sometimes
All that we know ain't worth a dime
It's a total wash, it's a clean sweep
And sometimes all that we hold
Is worth more than gold
It's an empire in motion

And this time it won't break bad
When we come back
It won't fall apart

I could come through the clouds
Let the lightning bring me down
"Hello, Night"
In the thunder and rain
This is who I became
It's alright
It's no secret the way
That I burst into flames as I arrive
But I survive the heat
And you run straight to me: "Got a light?"
I'm your meteorite
I'm your meteorite
I'm your meteorite
I'm your meteorite

Joseph Marrett - Bass, Synthesizer
Brian Rutledge - Synthesizer
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Piano, Electric Guitar
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals

With:
Sadie Dupuis - Lead Vocals
Melanie Bernier - Whisper Vocals

Prime time for the desires
The diamonds, the gold
Count out the number of fires
That mark the paths of victory roads

Cuz coddling will do you no good
You gotta face the facts like they said you should
If it all comes down to the wire
Let my veins be wires and crush all night

Bang on brightly, the true flag
Our motto "Go Bold"
Elevate me up to an angel
The dangers well known

Bless every single winged-mountain-guide
The lucky end up on the other side
If it all comes down to the wire
Let my veins be wires and crush all night

If it all comes down to the wire
Let my veins be wires and crush all night
If it all comes down to the wire
Let my veins be wires and crush all night
If it all comes down to the wire
Let my veins be wires and crush all night
If it all comes down to the wire
Let my veins be wires and crush all night
Crush. All. Night.

Joseph Marrett - Bass, Synthesizer
Brian Rutledge - Synthesizer
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Piano, Electric Guitar
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals, Samples

With:
Vincent Xtiano - Lead Guitar

I'm a servant
Inside of a mountain
Lookin' thru a mirror
At all the atrocities

Tracking my desires
Turning on a dime
Alchemy's unruly
But it's something I tried

When the devil you know
Starts to move way too slow
There's always a new one to incorporate
If you think no one knows
About the places you go
Crack open your skull time to investigate

Just listen for the camera click

Bring them upstairs now
They're all dressed in black
Some of them are symbiotic
Charged up, back to back

You know I'm goin' electric
You know I'm made of metaphor
I'll never sunset the archetypes
But I told you that before

When the devil you know
Starts to move way too slow
There's always a new one to incorporate
If you think no one knows
About the places you go
Crack open your skull time to investigate

Just listen for the camera click

Joseph Marrett - Bass
Brian Rutledge - Trumpet
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Organ
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals

A moon walks into a star and says,
"Gimme a Black Hole on the asteroids"
My horse is drunk, my world is fucked
You'd think at this point I might be worried

But then I pierced through the veil
Oh it's a fugazi, it's black hole, it's a mirage
I knew that you knew but I wanted to know if I took it too far

I been making my coffee strong
I guess it's gotta be 6AM somewhere
They call me Kid Ballad, I'm in the public domain
But the milky way is full of the mediocre

You feeling nervous, or what?
Oh it's a fugazi, it's black hole, it's a mirage
I knew that you knew but I wanted to know if I took it too far

Joseph Marrett - Bass
Brian Rutledge - Synthesizer
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Electric Guitar
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Piano

With:
Devin Davis - Lead Vocals

On the road,
Making my way through the dates of a forgotten year
Turnin' stones
Checking everywhere I can for the days long gone

But my past is your futurism
My past is your futurism
My past just goes on and on and on

I'm alone
Even in the crowded rooms of the time travel scene
"Where is home?"
You ask me like I'd even know, it's been far too long

My past is your futurism
My past is your futurism
My past just goes on and on and on

Joseph Marrett - Bass
Brian Rutledge - Synthesizer
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Electric Guitar
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals

Now that you've settled for everything you never wanted
You stay indoors all year in a prison you concocted
I'm on the pavement getting my clock cleaned every single night
Cuz time is tight

I'm coming over
To meet my maker
He's actually a nice guy
Once you let him relax
You'll receive no notice
That I'm coming up roses
It's actually best if you assume
That I'm the fool
Cuz Failure's my fuel

You get in your own way like a shadow boxing champion
You stay in touch with some but you have no idea what's happening
If you never risk the fall, you'll never take the leap
And though that's cliché, I say it anyway

So let's go get humbled
Where the dangers are doubled
The rewards barely
Matching one tenth of what we had to put in
Can't rest on my laurels
Ain't nobody immortal
And you know I'm not motivated by fame, fortune, power, or jewels
No, failure's my fuel

Joseph Marrett - Bass
Brian Rutledge - Trumpet
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Electric Guitar
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitar, Samples

With:
Jeremy Gaudet - Lead Vocals

We'll begin where it stops
Take it back to the top
It won't ever change how it goes
A narrative twist has no claim over this
Cuz I'm your palindrome

We travel through time
Along the same exact line
We fall in love every morn
In the evening, a storm
Through a conflict well-worn
Cuz you're my palindrome

We were talking about starting this thing at the end
I retraced my steps and now I'm back here again
Play it backwards, I don't care
Fast forward through the tears
It's a linear life
If the sequence is right

We'll begin where it stops
And take it back to the top
It won't ever change how it goes
A narrative twist has no claim over this
Cuz I'm your palindrome
Cuz I'm your palindrome
Cuz I'm your palindrome

Joseph Marrett - Bass
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Piano
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals, Samples

No one gets plastic surgery in a folk song
But the night is still young
Operators are standing by
Ready to shake and assist you

So, glue your wings back on, my dear
There's a 404 error where the moon used to be, oh!
I've done the back-of-the-napkin math.
Don't laugh, plan is so crazy that it just might work out:

Breaking into heaven while everyone is asleep
With a loose plan to steal eternity
But you know I'm gonna need my team
So let's round up the team

There must be a word for the absence we can all sense:
That final feeling of *maybe it could all work out*
But now there's dissonance in the data
With angels renting out their halos

So accustomed to mainlining chaos
We better get our asses to this séance
The spirit board spellin' out "hey, hun"
Well, we were wired for power but not on the grid
And that's how it began, this is how it begins

Can you feel the modern loss?
Feel the modern loss?
Feel the modern loss?
We were wired for power but not on the grid
You have no idea the shit you're in
Can you feel the modern loss?
Feel the modern loss?
Feel the modern loss?

Joseph Marrett - Bass
Brian Rutledge - Synthesizer
Seth Manchester - Synthesizer
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Electric Guitar
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals

Chicory, moss pink tangled with your baby blue eyes
Collecting the flowers blooming out of salty goodbyes
Never not making a mess
We'll just have to adapt to this new world, I guess

So take me down
Because I said so
Where you and I
Fade to white

Queen Anne's lace and bloodroot cover our unified fields
Pushing & pulling the landscape, always refusing to yield
With series finale vibes in the air
I could find some comforts inside the nest of your hair

Joseph Marrett - Bass
Brian Rutledge - Trumpet
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Piano, Organ
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals

I remember this
You'd stand there, just like so
There'd be some people in the back
At least that It's how it used to go

But now we're old and strange
Hope I remember all the names
But I remember this

If I recall it's not polite
To keep them waiting half the night
You've either got it or you don't
And if you don't well just go home

But we all been there for awhile
Try not to put this night on trial
And just remember this

It hits different in the dark
When they potion quotient's met
And if I had to take a bet
I'd bet there's gonna be some waves

C'mon kids, it's alright
Don't wanna get in any fights
Let's remember that

It would be cheap to explain it away
By saying it was all a dream
It strips the truth of its edge
And makes this easy to believe

But this was hard to believe
which leads into our reprise
Of I remember this

Now some of them we lost
We couldn't mourn them like we should
While some others lost their minds
And still it's barely understood

What happened to our hearts
When the center fell apart
But I remember this

Welcome to the show
We're so happy that you're here
And for those of us who aren't
We know we'll always keep you dear

A memory is not a dream
We hope you get just what we mean
Now let's remember this