“To be courageous requires no exceptional qualifications, no magic formula, no special combination of time, place, and circumstance.” - President John F. Kennedy

“It's odd, really, watching yourself being replaced on national television. Planned obsolescence. Presidents and mid-sized family sedans.” - President Josiah ‘Jed’ Bartlett 

"A lot has changed in the past three hundred years. People are no longer obsessed with the accumulation of things. We've eliminated hunger, want, the need for possessions. We've grown out of our infancy. Our mission is to go forward, and it's just begun. There's still much to do. There's still so much to learn." - Captain Jean-Luc Picard

"For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known." 1 Corinthians 13:12

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1. Marjoe

2. Idaho Says Hi

3. Something To Say

4. Making Light

5. I’m Scared of How Good It Feels

6. Broken Mirror

7. New Trash Endeavors

8. Never Be Lonely

9. Feeling Profound (on T.V.)

10. I’ve Been Sober Before

11. Exaggerations

12. Just Chemicals

13. Feeling Profound (on T.V.) [Thomas CW Remix]

14. Never Be Lonely (Acoustic)

15. Idaho Says Hi (Voice Memo)

16. Never Be Lonely (Voice Memo)

17. Just Chemicals (Voice Memo)

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1. Marjoe

Consult the pamphlet
You’ve got card tricks that need some work
I’m getting Carpal Tunnel from the flicked wrists and
Babysit visits our Friday nights become
And Lord knows I don’t mind driving you home
But what happens when the pot’s depleted?
And you’re not needed by anyone but me? 

Nothing, nothing’s up your sleeve
And frankly, I’m disappointed 
But still, believe that
Nothing, nothing hurts me more 
More than you

I talked with Kaitlyn, she said “Give it some time, 
I’d let the dust settle before you meddle in other’s petty crimes.”
I’m praying for a message, praying for a sign
Oh, what a gift it is to be dying with the Divine!
But what happens when the pot’s depleted?
And you’re so needed by everyone but me?
Nothing, nothing’s up your sleeve
And frankly I’m disappointed
But still believe that
Nothing, nothing lets me down
More than you

2. Idaho Say Hi

Planned obsolescence like old presidents and mid-sized family sedans
Making cognitive decisions to abandon my pretensions for good
“Cool” is occasional
Just like weed and washing jeans
Tearing baseballs at the seams

Idaho says “hi”
And “we miss you”
Idaho say “hi”

Getting drunk at high school graduations for your brother
“I bet he still has that scar” 
Scruffy faces and week-long couch crashings
Unfamiliar shampoos and moms
“Work vacations” and Oxy'd morons
Friends-of-friends, ‘till the end
Going with the flow!

3. Something To Say

Standing in the shower for an hour looking for someone to blame
But all I hear is my name, but I could never take the fame
The only thing that really makes sense to me is booze and this book about JFK
But all work and no play made Jack an important boy
But the hands on the clock have me by the wrist
I’m pissed and I don’t know why

I wish I had something to say...
Something to die for! But nothing’s in my way...
And I wish I had something to do...
But my plate is full, and I can’t come out tonight

I picked up a few bad habits along with the best people in my life
But they all cause me strife cause I could never put up a fight
When nothing on the Netflix looks good and this weekend is a waste
And life’s a distant taste
And an unfamiliar face

4. Making Light

My interpretation of patience is growing thin
I wish I could relax, I wish I could sit back
And go to the ocean, where the pretty people congregate
But maybe that’s not my fate?

I wish I could throw all of my problems away
Close my eyes and hit the beach and spend the day 
Making light of everything around me
But if I do, I’d be like you, and maybe that’s okay?

Waves, wash my feet so I can leave
But walking back through the sand makes it worse
So I sit, alone, on the shore for a little more
And think of you ‘cause that’s all I do
But maybe it’s not my destiny?
I’m not meant to have my face in the sun
When did I become so morbid?
When did I become so cold?

5. I’m Scared of How Good It Feels

I’m scared of how good it feels
I’m scared of how good it feels  
I’m scared of how good it feels with you
I’m scared to get lost with you
I’m scared to get lost with you
I’m scared to get lost without you
And if I should ever leave I hope I’m a better man for it
And if you should ever leave I hope you’re a better man for it
And I...can’t wait to see you tonight.

6. Broken Mirror

Your love is a broken mirror.
I can’t wait to see it clearer.
And if I never do
Fall in love with you
Maybe, that’s okay?

Figuring out if I have upstairs roommates
Someone who hears me talk in my sleep
Ghosts in my halls
My bed stand won’t stop vibrating
While my eyes, they won’t stop dilating
Evacuation plans!

‘Cause maybe there’s more to it? I just don’t know.
I’m an adventurer until it’s time to grow.

Tap-tap-tap tappin’ my toes ‘till it turns to a dance
Restlessness becomes a moral stance
Complacent afterlife
My bed stand won’t stop vibrating
While my eyes; they won’t stop dilating
Evacuation plans!

‘Cause maybe our Star Wars is just Astro Turf
And maybe Heaven is a place on Earth?

7. New Trash Endeavors

It’s a combination of life being unpredicatable and you being super dumb
Dream clouds go hard like marshmallows dried up from the sun
With my mouth full of soap in hopes my reticence goes unnoticed
With my hat brim low and my phone glow, I’ll never be alone

I know it’s hard to face, the paradox it creates
If you’re graceful, they’ll hate you
But if you’re clumsy then you’ll fall

The class it takes to wear white tee shirts without any stains
Might’ve been the one I skipped in exchange for paper planes
So I learned the new dance craze to cut through the corn maze and make some new friends
But they’ve moved on to new trash endeavors and I’m still the same

Getting it through my head, “everything’s fine”
The future’s not far ahead, just show me where to sign
Ignorance is bliss, but so is cliché
Harded and cynical just like a lump of clay

8. Never Be Lonely

I’m starting to hate the future ‘cause of its contempt for me
And I know that it’s human nature to crave security
But when I’m all by myself I think and think and think and think some more
‘Cause I know that I’m in Hell when I can’t hear the voice say

“You’ll never be lonely,
You’ll never be lonely, 
Never be lonely again!
Never be lonely, 
You’ll never be lonely,
You’ll never be lonely again!”

I’m starting to hate my past now ‘cause of what it’s teaching me
And I know that it’s you I resent now with the mud, up to my knees
But when I’m all by myself I think and think and think and think some more
Cause I know that I’m in Hell
So I mutter to myself every day (day and night!)

“I’ll never be lonely,
I’ll never be lonely,
Never be lonely again!
I’ll never be lonely
I’ll never be lonely
I’ll never be lonely again!”

I’m starting to hate it all now, ‘cause the point is getting dull.
And I know, all this doubting’s harmful...but it can’t stay in my skull.
So I find myself again, changing teams, on my knees
The cell reception’s poor...why can’t I believe?

That I’ll never be lonely
I’ll never be lonely
I’ll never be lonely again.
I’ll never be lonely
I’ll never be lonely
I’ll never be lonely again

I repeat to myself:
“Am I just someone on your shelf? Or am I something real?”
I’ll never be lonely
I’ll never be lonely
I’ll never be lonely again.
I’ll never be lonely
I’ll never be lonely
I’ll never be lonely again

9. Feeling Profound (On T.V.)

Watching rain race horizontally across your car window
As you confess to me what I already know
Fidgeting and making the glove box open and close
I closed my eyes and felt my way home

We’re three miles from my house
Only buys me so much time to plead
If only this played out like it plays out on T.V.
Feeling deep, feeling profound, but I never made a sound

Life in this spacecraft is the coolest form of isolation
Until there’s danger until I’m scared
There’s no room for two so I hold on... to myself.
Now there’s finally room to breathe!

[Houston, Endeavour roll program.

Roger, roll Endeavour!]

We’re three hundred miles above my house
Only buys me so much time to breathe
Hope this doesn’t play out like it plays out on T.V.
Feeling deep, feeling profound, but I never made a sound

We’re three hundred years from now
I’m scared too, so follow my lead
Hope the future plays out like it plays out on T.V.
Feeling deep, feeling profound, but I never made a sound.

10. I’ve Been Sober Before

I’ve been sober before, but it ain’t ever felt like this
And I’ve been angry before, but it ain’t ever felt like this
I wish I could convey how I feel just once more
I’d pour myself some Pendleton, a little more than before

I need to feel less quicker, ‘cause I can’t tell whose skull is thicker
Maybe it doesn’t matter?
Maybe none of it matters?

I’ve been sober before, but it ain’t ever felt like this.

I need to feel less quicker ‘cause I can’t tell whose skull is thicker
Maybe it doesn’t matter?
Maybe none of the matters?

11. Exaggerations

I fall between the chasm of sanity and the construct of my imagined reality.
That shit you heard from your friends are exaggerations,
But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take it to heart

I’m a cautionary tale of everyone’s failings, rolled into one
But that’s too much credit for someone who once said that the world is not enough

This is in memory of all the times I sat alone in my room wondering what you’re up to
Rest in peace to loneliness and self-seclusion, ‘cause it’s time to go outside.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from the past,
It’s to forge it, or forget it!
Make out like a dirty bandit, or stay home... and mourn.

I fall between the chasm of confidence and struck with anxious paralysis
Taking comfort alone for granted and not quite stickin’ the landing 
Are two of my favorite past-times

12. Just Chemicals

Whether we’re sharing a bed or our deepest darkest thoughts, it all just chemicals.
And whether you hold me close or you leave me here to rot, it’s all just chemicals 
Until it’s not.

My breath is about as long as my patience
And I’m aware my problems make you anxious
But “I heard you’re going with another man tonight?
And I don’t mind! But you seem to put your chips in others.
And I know they’re not the ones who see you fold.”

My neck is about as long as one could stretch it
And I’m aware that faith ain’t bought on credit, did you forget?
That I heard you’re going with another man tonight
And I don’t mind, but a house like this is not worth the interest
Now you’re all alone and no one’s there to see you fold.

Who am I? Who are you?
Is this just a chemical reaction?
Don’t lie,
Don’t lie,
Just lie here.

Credits

Album mixed and mastered by Guillermo A. Bautista

“Marjoe”
Written and produced by Tyler Scruggs

“Idaho Says Hi”
Written by Tyler Scruggs
Produced by Tyler Scruggs and Jack Allen
Drums by Jake Naugle
Bass, Synth, and Vocoder by Jack Allen
Guitars by Tyler Scruggs and Jack Allen

“Something To Say”
Written and Produced by Tyler Scruggs
Guitars by Pablo Monterisi
Drums by Jake Naugle

“Making Light”

Written and Produced by Tyler Scruggs
Guitars by Pablo Monterisi
Bass by Tomas Shayud
Drums by Jake Naugle

“I’m Scared of How Good It Feels”
Written and Produced by Tyler Scruggs

“Broken Mirror”
Written and Produced by Tyler Scruggs
Drums by Jake Naugle
Guitars by Tyler Scruggs, Jack Allen,
Pablo Monterisi, and Jorge Gutman
Bass by Jack Allen
Synth by Tyler Scruggs

“Never Be Lonely”
Written by Tyler Scruggs
Produced by Tyler Scruggs & Dimas
Guitars by Pablo Monterisi

“Feeling Profound (On T.V.)”

Written and produced by Tyler Scruggs
Additional sounds from NASA public domain archives

“I’ve Been Sober Before”

Written by Tyler Scruggs and Jack Allen 
Produced by Tyler Scruggs and Jack Allen
Guitars, bass, and keys by Jack Allen
Drums by Jake Naugle

“Exaggerations” 

Written by Tyler Scruggs
Produced by
Drums by Jake Naugle
Guitars and bass by

“Just Chemicals” 
Written by Tyler Scruggs
Produced by Tyler Scruggs and Aceberg