The Slowest Rendition
๐ต 2013 characters
โฑ๏ธ 10:54 duration
๐ ID: 3312646
๐ Lyrics
I can hear those ringing bells again
Carefully I check to see if I'm awake
A formless mass that would not hold its form
A crucial deviation from the norm
To think I once would've welcomed in delight
This chaos that flickers in the night
I'm a passive audience at best
Sentient and awake, for that I'm blessed
Words and thoughts that once were my stock in trade
Are strewn about like broken toys, mislaid
Melodies and remedies and kindly advice
I put them where I'll find them when the time is right
A flash of light illuminates and gives me chills
Maybe I'm just a stand in for some greater ills
Maybe someone's pulling at my strings
I reach above my head and don't feel a thing
I throw and clash and rip and tear the scenery
That only I and nobody else can see
Mocked by something just beyond my reach
On a silenced, barren, darkening empty beach
They say that newborns experience their scenes
Like psilocybin lysergic psychedelic dreams
So, just like them I'm ready to be born again
Who can say for sure, who can say just when
I close my eyes, I know that I'll soon sleep
The waking hours and questions slowly seep
Into one another, in my mind they smother
The tenuous reality, sneaking up on me
I can hear those bells again
I can hear those bells again
I can hear those bells again
A descending ending
An ascending of the saint
I will wrangle and wrestle
Until suddenly it all feels the same
Count the irregular heartbeat
But the same dreams keep hanging on
Call on the zombie damage
But the same dream comes undone
I am the derelict conductor
Of the broken symphony
I'm the amateur director
Of the badly lit mystery
Keep moving the pieces
Keep shuffling the deck
Keep singing the chorus
Of the slowest rendition
Keep moving the pieces
Keep shuffling the deck
Keep singing the chorus
Of the slowest rendition
Keep moving the pieces
Keep moving the pieces
Keep moving the pieces
Of the slowest rendition
Keep moving the pieces
Keep moving the pieces
Keep moving the pieces
Of the slowest rendition
Carefully I check to see if I'm awake
A formless mass that would not hold its form
A crucial deviation from the norm
To think I once would've welcomed in delight
This chaos that flickers in the night
I'm a passive audience at best
Sentient and awake, for that I'm blessed
Words and thoughts that once were my stock in trade
Are strewn about like broken toys, mislaid
Melodies and remedies and kindly advice
I put them where I'll find them when the time is right
A flash of light illuminates and gives me chills
Maybe I'm just a stand in for some greater ills
Maybe someone's pulling at my strings
I reach above my head and don't feel a thing
I throw and clash and rip and tear the scenery
That only I and nobody else can see
Mocked by something just beyond my reach
On a silenced, barren, darkening empty beach
They say that newborns experience their scenes
Like psilocybin lysergic psychedelic dreams
So, just like them I'm ready to be born again
Who can say for sure, who can say just when
I close my eyes, I know that I'll soon sleep
The waking hours and questions slowly seep
Into one another, in my mind they smother
The tenuous reality, sneaking up on me
I can hear those bells again
I can hear those bells again
I can hear those bells again
A descending ending
An ascending of the saint
I will wrangle and wrestle
Until suddenly it all feels the same
Count the irregular heartbeat
But the same dreams keep hanging on
Call on the zombie damage
But the same dream comes undone
I am the derelict conductor
Of the broken symphony
I'm the amateur director
Of the badly lit mystery
Keep moving the pieces
Keep shuffling the deck
Keep singing the chorus
Of the slowest rendition
Keep moving the pieces
Keep shuffling the deck
Keep singing the chorus
Of the slowest rendition
Keep moving the pieces
Keep moving the pieces
Keep moving the pieces
Of the slowest rendition
Keep moving the pieces
Keep moving the pieces
Keep moving the pieces
Of the slowest rendition
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:01.04] I can hear those ringing bells again
[01:06.30] Carefully I check to see if I'm awake
[01:12.57] A formless mass that would not hold its form
[01:17.47] A crucial deviation from the norm
[01:22.81] To think I once would've welcomed in delight
[01:28.09] This chaos that flickers in the night
[01:33.45] I'm a passive audience at best
[01:38.22] Sentient and awake, for that I'm blessed
[01:45.13] Words and thoughts that once were my stock in trade
[01:50.22] Are strewn about like broken toys, mislaid
[01:55.97] Melodies and remedies and kindly advice
[02:00.99] I put them where I'll find them when the time is right
[02:05.10] A flash of light illuminates and gives me chills
[02:11.40] Maybe I'm just a stand in for some greater ills
[02:16.83] Maybe someone's pulling at my strings
[02:21.73] I reach above my head and don't feel a thing
[02:27.68] I throw and clash and rip and tear the scenery
[02:32.35] That only I and nobody else can see
[02:37.34] Mocked by something just beyond my reach
[02:42.71] On a silenced, barren, darkening empty beach
[02:48.34]
[03:11.79] They say that newborns experience their scenes
[03:16.52] Like psilocybin lysergic psychedelic dreams
[03:22.08] So, just like them I'm ready to be born again
[03:27.26] Who can say for sure, who can say just when
[03:32.93] I close my eyes, I know that I'll soon sleep
[03:38.31] The waking hours and questions slowly seep
[03:43.42] Into one another, in my mind they smother
[03:48.10] The tenuous reality, sneaking up on me
[03:54.58] I can hear those bells again
[04:00.05] I can hear those bells again
[04:05.24] I can hear those bells again
[04:10.05]
[05:04.11] A descending ending
[05:09.66] An ascending of the saint
[05:15.21] I will wrangle and wrestle
[05:18.68] Until suddenly it all feels the same
[05:25.67] Count the irregular heartbeat
[05:30.49] But the same dreams keep hanging on
[05:36.94] Call on the zombie damage
[05:41.19] But the same dream comes undone
[05:48.12] I am the derelict conductor
[05:53.75] Of the broken symphony
[05:59.07] I'm the amateur director
[06:04.21] Of the badly lit mystery
[06:10.45] Keep moving the pieces
[06:15.86] Keep shuffling the deck
[06:21.63] Keep singing the chorus
[06:27.58] Of the slowest rendition
[06:33.24] Keep moving the pieces
[06:39.10] Keep shuffling the deck
[06:44.72] Keep singing the chorus
[06:50.64] Of the slowest rendition
[06:56.58] Keep moving the pieces
[07:02.46] Keep moving the pieces
[07:08.24] Keep moving the pieces
[07:14.33] Of the slowest rendition
[07:19.88] Keep moving the pieces
[07:25.76] Keep moving the pieces
[07:31.95] Keep moving the pieces
[07:37.68] Of the slowest rendition
[07:43.82]
[01:06.30] Carefully I check to see if I'm awake
[01:12.57] A formless mass that would not hold its form
[01:17.47] A crucial deviation from the norm
[01:22.81] To think I once would've welcomed in delight
[01:28.09] This chaos that flickers in the night
[01:33.45] I'm a passive audience at best
[01:38.22] Sentient and awake, for that I'm blessed
[01:45.13] Words and thoughts that once were my stock in trade
[01:50.22] Are strewn about like broken toys, mislaid
[01:55.97] Melodies and remedies and kindly advice
[02:00.99] I put them where I'll find them when the time is right
[02:05.10] A flash of light illuminates and gives me chills
[02:11.40] Maybe I'm just a stand in for some greater ills
[02:16.83] Maybe someone's pulling at my strings
[02:21.73] I reach above my head and don't feel a thing
[02:27.68] I throw and clash and rip and tear the scenery
[02:32.35] That only I and nobody else can see
[02:37.34] Mocked by something just beyond my reach
[02:42.71] On a silenced, barren, darkening empty beach
[02:48.34]
[03:11.79] They say that newborns experience their scenes
[03:16.52] Like psilocybin lysergic psychedelic dreams
[03:22.08] So, just like them I'm ready to be born again
[03:27.26] Who can say for sure, who can say just when
[03:32.93] I close my eyes, I know that I'll soon sleep
[03:38.31] The waking hours and questions slowly seep
[03:43.42] Into one another, in my mind they smother
[03:48.10] The tenuous reality, sneaking up on me
[03:54.58] I can hear those bells again
[04:00.05] I can hear those bells again
[04:05.24] I can hear those bells again
[04:10.05]
[05:04.11] A descending ending
[05:09.66] An ascending of the saint
[05:15.21] I will wrangle and wrestle
[05:18.68] Until suddenly it all feels the same
[05:25.67] Count the irregular heartbeat
[05:30.49] But the same dreams keep hanging on
[05:36.94] Call on the zombie damage
[05:41.19] But the same dream comes undone
[05:48.12] I am the derelict conductor
[05:53.75] Of the broken symphony
[05:59.07] I'm the amateur director
[06:04.21] Of the badly lit mystery
[06:10.45] Keep moving the pieces
[06:15.86] Keep shuffling the deck
[06:21.63] Keep singing the chorus
[06:27.58] Of the slowest rendition
[06:33.24] Keep moving the pieces
[06:39.10] Keep shuffling the deck
[06:44.72] Keep singing the chorus
[06:50.64] Of the slowest rendition
[06:56.58] Keep moving the pieces
[07:02.46] Keep moving the pieces
[07:08.24] Keep moving the pieces
[07:14.33] Of the slowest rendition
[07:19.88] Keep moving the pieces
[07:25.76] Keep moving the pieces
[07:31.95] Keep moving the pieces
[07:37.68] Of the slowest rendition
[07:43.82]