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Explore the profound connections between sound and sentiment, melody and meaning. Welcome to the lyrical universe of Born Stoic.
All song lyrics written by Jason Saunders
Heard You on the Radio
You relay your life through your lyrics. There's no rhyme or reason for it. It just feels like it fits. It doesn't matter if you're high or low. Your life has a funny way of coming on the radio....
Against All Odds
You lay there pinned beneath the Earth, The air is Ash inside your lungs, The isolation of this weight, Echoes off the emptiness, necessity, a desperate plea, the end....
Almost Done, Work in Progress
Sometimes, we look a bit too far inward, Dig deep enough you might just make it to the other side. You don't want to be a wannabe but you wanna know everything, everything is gonna be alright....
Vice and Virtue
Is it method or madness to cling to a memory? You'll have to excuse me, I'm on my way out of my mind! Hazy from daydreams, your thoughts race for first place. Take this vacation, a break from the passage of time....
Out of Insight, Out of Mind
Excuse me but could you spare some change? I haven't had a meal in days. I know it's hard to see past my stains. But I've been kicked out in so many different ways.
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A Grenade in the Echo Chamber
Breathe slowly as you try to tip toe through the fallen leaves. Their echoes wait for you inside the fog. Toxic voices fill the air, with words of "wisdom". Fear The fast approaching calm before the storm....
PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON - EXTENDED WITH BS
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff......
Devout of Office
Lie, convince yourself this life suits you. Your mind will always know the truth. Rhyme your reasons for the deadline. It's time to justify your use....
Writer’s Block
Hold on, I’m getting an idea. Shut up a second, don’t derail this train of thought! Uh, fuck wait, what was I sayin’. Oh well, I guess it's just an instrumental song....
White Noise (Bread and Circus)
Free choice, false premise; Given more than one reason to reach for the plug. Rejoice, don't sweat it. We’re all a means to an end and the end’s comin’ up....