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I graduated from college more or less precisely as the recession hit its nadir. Aside from the practical difficulties of not being able to find a job and all that fun stuff, it was also extremely disorienting on an emotional level. I'd been told everything would be fine for more or less my entire life, only to find that the world that I'd spent that time preparing to enter had suddenly and quite unexpectedly ceased to exist.

It would be nice if I could say that the time signature shifts and uncertain tonal center had some sort of symbolic or programmatic qualities, but mostly I thought it sounded cool.

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the buildings I see are painted rust
I'm amazed that they're still here
and all the people I used to trust
say they'll still be standing in thirty years
until the promise is made good
I find myself wandering around
I'm the phantom of my neighborhood
I haunt the streets of my town

I may as well be a ghost
for all my shouting, I just fog up the windows at most
living in this place
I always feel like I'm moving away
I must have been born a trespasser
you know I really can't stay

looking for something hard to see
and the search keeps getting colder
I've got the twentieth century
looking over my shoulder
trying to find my way with a map
that's tearing along the folds
it's hard to move for fear of the traps
there's nothing to do and nowhere to go

can't change my surroundings
or step over the lines drawn around me
living in this place
I always feel like I'm moving away
I must have been born a trespasser
you know I really can't stay

what will become of me?
where I am is not where I thought I would be
living in this place
I always feel like I'm moving away
I must have been born a trespasser
you know I really can't stay

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from The Great Outdoors, released September 16, 2016
written by David Gassmann

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"He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order . . . My horror at his crimes was lost in my admiration at his skill." -- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, "The Final Problem" ... more

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