Arts EP

by O Youth

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Here are five of our most Americana songs! We recorded them ourselves in the summer of 2011, and then slowly learned enough to sort of mix and master them in the following months.

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released March 8, 2012

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Track Name: Second Helpings
The slave calls to the master. He says, “What is the matter?”
The reply: “I have no use for you, boy, anymore.
You’ve stitched my shoes, kept my commands.
I’m done with you, you working hand.
Get out! Get away from here.”

To enjoy or to deliberate?
We must ask ourselves, put off our fates.

The supply is always short when the demand is high.
To enjoy means to gain benefit,
and we always gain the most from it
when we only get to keep such small parts.

I understand marginal utilities.
I get less benefit every single time,
and the things I think I love, I always love less every day.
So, I can’t love you more than I do today.

If the frequency is low enough, you’ll have more time.
Be sure instead of stranded on an island or the interstate
‘cause you’ll be sick of her in time if you are only playing games.
You will be lost, left alone. Are you not afraid?

So, with one smooth, impassive change of state,
I’ll give up quickly all I hate.
It’s become such a large waste of time.
Once: such a charming, novel thing. Now: an apathetic duty.
Bring your heart. Leave your mind, and you’re better off.

So, I will spit the gum out of my mouth. It’s growing stale.

Nothing ever does last just as long as you would like.

I’ll spend all these hours just working to remain here,
but I’ll still feel worse every single day.

No plans, restraints, or favors owed. No idea of where to go.
No wonder no one has a thing to say. Right? No!
No, I will not abide you if you seek a “better” way.
Don’t pin your hopes on plans and goals. Find everything.

Four hundred miles of darkness. Drive!
You’re losing focus of the lines.
The night time can’t contain you if you’re wide awake,
but when you turn back up the finger of that far off,
warm, sea state, stop every hour.
Heading home is a harder way.

I can run for days without planning anything,
or I can find myself inside my childhood, hometown house.
I can fight for love without ever giving up,
but I can’t love you more than I do.
I can’t love you more than I do.
I won’t love you more than I do today.
Track Name: The Wheels
I’ve been dreaming again
of a river and a delivery there
that I can’t leave behind.
So, I always take too much time.

And the floods drive us back
towards our houses. You announce, “We’re on track,”
but I don’t seem concerned
‘cause the rain can not outweigh what I’ve learned.
I hope you understand me.
I hope you understand me.
I hope you understand, ‘cause I have been told
that you won’t.

And the water builds up on the bank sides,
pours through valleys and highways in no time.
So, we flee for the east where the hills are.
Run away with me.

Oh, the life on the road,
from the danger of the same sort of mess
as it always has been.
I remember it then.
I hope you remember too.
I cannot do this for you.
And as this river grows, I look away
amazed.

And the water builds up on the bank sides,
pours through valleys and highways in no time.
So, we flee for the east where the hills are.
Run away with me.

What’s a man supposed to do when everything he needs
is destroyed in a flood, and he’s asked if he would leave?
And the wheels roll on as he wishes he could stay.
And the wheels roll on as he wishes he would stay.
Track Name: Ley Lines
You can save it for the train.
You can stop and hesitate but not for long.
You can wait until the Spring
or the beauty death will bring in the Fall.

Oh, but no one, dear, can tell you what to do.
No one, dear, can call for your next move.
It's the constant flaw of human thought to waste and justify.
You can choose it all or call it off tonight.

Have you found what you love most?
Oh, well, I'm still sick of being stuck on the motor coach.
Is not everything a blessing?
All the trials and bad directions you have chosen?

Can you learn to speak when you have words to say?
Can you think of times not now nor yesterday?
Understand what comes for free.
Life will not fall into your lap.
You can dig for gold or let it sit untapped.

Is this time a holy path
all aligned with pasts and futures of your life?
Are you searching with a wooden rod
for a pearl under a thousand pounds of Earth?

Oh, a treasure lies between the monuments -
a fortune you will keep for finding it.
In the middle of your memories:
a place you've never seen.
You can run to it or let it stay between.
Track Name: MoSCoW
I’ve looked through all of these files.
My computer does not know my work,
but it helps me escape from responsibilities
that don’t help me in turn.

Why would you say this right now
if your intention is not to confuse?
Three years of progress mean nothing
if the future has nothing for you.

Oh, I’ve been told if there is a good
way to live how I want, I should go.
Oh, I know, but if there is a door right
before me, how can I be bold?

I could make ranked lists of goals that I
must, should, could have, and do want,
prioritize everything, and pick out
what to have and have not.

But, I do have problems that
are only resolved with time,
and time is the only left that I’m
sure I do want to be mine.

Oh, I’ve been told if there is a good
way to live how I want, I should go.
Oh, I know, but if there is a door right
before me, how can I be bold?
Track Name: Deluge
Tell one.
Tell another in context cheap.
Call it all such a sweet relief.
Call it overload.

Ask me.
Ask an older friend on repeat.
Promise not to equate with grief
promises and love.

Don’t you go where the freedom is if
you can’t see what the reason is, and
this whole life isn’t regimented.
Don’t you go.

Try now.
 Try again. It is worth your time.
Let it seem like a smooth rewind.
Let it overflow.

Once more!
Once for purpose, not once for chore.
Choose revision, not surrender.
Choose, believe, and know.

Don’t you go where the freedom is if
you can’t see what the reason is, and
this whole life isn’t regimented.
Don’t you go.
Don’t you go.