Blue Plate Special

by O Youth

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This is the live recording from our visit to WDVX's Blue Plate Special in Knoxville's visitor center. Most of us are from Knoxville, and this was tons of fun to play! Have a listen! Download it for free!

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released February 4, 2012

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Track Name: Ridge And Valley
Are your bridges burning down?
Are your bridges burning down?
Will your flesh turn to stone in the cold ground?
Is your answer in the daylight while you stand still?
Is your answer in the daylight standing still?
I've been told not to look too hard for it.
I've been told it will leave its mark in the end.

Because, there is a road. It goes only where you want,
and there is a street sign to tell you where to start.
You've got friends and good family to tell you to begin,
and there's not a good reason to be scared of the end.

Are your neighbors not your neighbors anymore?
Are your neighbors not your neighbors anymore?
Have they left you alone in the dark night storm?
Can you see through the fallen clouds?
Can you see through the fallen clouds?
I've only seen once without falling down,
but I can see now though and clearly hear the sound.

Because, there is a road. It goes only where you want,
and there is a street sign to tell you where to start.
You've got friends and good family to tell you to begin,
and there's not a good reason to be scared of the end.

All this always has been so familiar.
Yes, I have known it well. But, progress is movement,
and dreams are revealed in every single step.
Once on the mountain, and once in the heart,
I have been twice lost before this move.
If I walk into darkness, I'll turn back to light.
For, I am young and still able to lose.

I've got friends and good family to tell me to begin,
and there's not a good reason to be scared of the end.
No, there's not a good reason to be scared of the end.
Track Name: Keep House
There’s no perfect resolution,
just landlocked love for mother sea.
I’ll take all that I believe in, and the rest I will set free.
I will not turn back on my father.
I will search and hold out for my wife.
There’s a cool breeze blowing through here,
and there’s now purpose for my life.

There is a train going back home.
There is a slow and steady river
all up and down this great plateau.
I will now walk wherever I go
with a bold sense of construction
and a confident, upward belief in soul.

I have one good friend in that basement I left.
It was hard to justify.
We had three years of good memories and God-supplanted time.
There was this girl. She was a slingshot,
and I was so afraid to fly.
But, I was a rock stuck in the riverbed,
and so I told my friend goodbye.

I’ll tell him now, “Come over here friend,
‘cause I am surely missing you.”
But, he’ll say, “No! You come back to me
and this town you said you’d always be in.”
Oh, the times are changing.
I have got to live again.

Oh, happiness is pursuit, and there is worth in looking hard.
Some of us aren’t searching, but I know that some, though, are.
I will value every second. I won’t waste a single precious day
on resentment for decisions made or regret for where I stay.

There is a train going back home.
There is a slow and steady river
all up and down this great plateau.
I will now walk wherever I go
with a bold sense of construction
and a confident, upward belief in soul.
Track Name: Shaking Sleep
Cold and heavy sheets on the warm bodies
build until the heat is more than they can handle.
Oh, the fear of moving faster, faster.

Chatter all your teeth, and move your legs with me.

There’s more to taking aim than just deciding it will happen.

In desperation, hold that face and all that laughter.

The car, the covered wheel, the scent of fire fills.
The room, the house, the pool the filthy bodies jump in.
How they’ll twist until the warm of morning!

Move all night and day, and swear to speak your name.
I’ll try to stand the swell, but if you come to close here,
I will leave you in the frost forever.

Eyes or lips on me, and breath, and heavy feet.
I know those roads are long and all those burdens hard to bare.
I’ll carry all that weight and more if I can lift it.

We’ll manufacture heat and dig our furnace deep.

Oh, you and I will surely be as warm as we would like.
Yes, all the work to stave the wrath of winter.
Track Name: The Finding
What can a man call his own?
I'm working toward answers, and I'm moving on.
My Christmas lights glow in my room before dawn.
I have kept all that I’ve known in a box in my closet.
It sits there alone.
What good is all I have loved?
I'm trading my home for the back of my truck.

I'm wide awake, and it's early as Eden sin.
I'd cross the ocean, if I thought it'd help.
I'm losing my health, and I'm calling for the doctor,
mercy, or truth, or that highway hotel.

Once, I have thought to deny
those plans of bold purpose, old moments of light.
My clock ticks down my hall just passing the time.
Am I not one to support taking a call just to see if it's yours?
Is everything not for one goal?
I'm losing my safety and finding my soul.

I'm on a plane, and it's over the western shore.
I'd make a plan, if I knew how to walk.
I'm tired of this track. It is too tight and narrow.
I am a swan, a wolf, a mirror on the wall.

Every chance that I find leads to one more good try.
Every chance that I find leads to one more hard time.
Every chance that I find causes two more goodbyes.
Every chance, I will find.
Every chance that I find leads to more down the line.
Every chance that I find leads to trouble so high.
Every chance that I find, I will take and stand by.
Every chance, I will find.
Every chance, I will find.
Track Name: A Light! A Flame! A Fire!
I felt the universe stretch out.
I strained my eyes, and I yelled,
“I’ll have a good time with you
if you’ll have a good time with me!”

I saw a thousand lines– half bent, half straight, all alive.
I do believe some people, they wait,
and some people, they get up and leave.
As long as we wait, we’ll always have songs we can sing.

I’m a fire! I’m a flame! I’m a light trail wandering
through this spreading stiff line town,
cast on the water and the well.
I’m alive! I’m awake! I’m a thick cloud born to break,
but not one drop of blood to wring from my towel.

I crossed a hundred roads
from hillsides to great, great plains.

Well, the interstate is cold,
but the interstate is always the same.

I spoke once and exhaled twice,
with the fear in my cold, soft breath.

I know that the time it takes to get scared
is the same time it takes to get safe,
and so as long as I have time here,
I swear that I won’t be afraid.

I’m a fire! I’m a flame! I’m a lighthouse beckoning
all my vessels of the sea all to turn and sail to me.
I’m alive! I’m awake – all my embers set to take
and all my covered timber ready to make clean.

I don’t have a history of taking life for granted,
and I will hold that pose as long as I can stand it.
Life is love, and all things know that they need it.
So, burn your bridges down if you think it will help keep
all your burdens low or all your enemies asleep.

Know your work and never let your breaking heart release it.

I’m a fire! I’m a flame! I’m a light bulb flickering.
I’m a building tower of smoke, all my tinder all aglow.
I’m alive! I’m awake, and on this path now I will make
all my fortunes live, dreams real, and wishes known!
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.
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.