Portals & Wormholes

by Gone Hawking

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All songs written and recorded by Gone Hawking
Recorded at Backthird Audio in Aurora, IL

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released 23 August 2014

Produced by Travis Brown and Kyle Ahlstrom.
Mixed and mastered by Kyle Ahlstrom

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Track Name: A Girl Named Rick
I burned down my house because I heard you were there. I'm not crazy, I just get scared. When you're in town, I'm not around. When you're on the phone, I'm underground.

I broke all of my bones and tore out my hair. I'm not crazy, I just don't care. I'll hide away; I know the truth: that most of all, I'm scared of you.

You saw what I saw, now you know. It's time to end it, time to go. Time to forget it, be alone.
Track Name: I Need A Professional
Who knows what to be when being's nothing, and your existence is meaningless? So crack a window for my soul to go to the cosmos.

It's not fair; why should they care? Can't they see, nobody means anything.

I wasted my time on timeless feeling. Where did it all go? I'm scared to death of flying too close to the sun. Breathe deep, bring it all back.

They've all been fooled, they played the game.

Staple your extra skin to moments you want to stay in.
Track Name: Portals & Wormholes
You see me floating slowly past you. Asleep, our bodies are nothing but glue fading. Persuading ourselves what we want does not mean a lot; we're more than just objects.

I want you to know: when your eyes close, I'll be there too.
I am with you.

Dreaming, speaking without my mouth. Silence- my lips don't make a sound. I'm unsure how we learned to ignore connections. Our lives, this time, don't come with directions.

"Those worlds in space are as countless as all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the Earth. Each of those worlds is as real as ours; in every one of them, there's a succession of incidence, events, occurrences which influence its future. Countless worlds, numberless moments, an immensity of space and time. And our small planet, at this moment, here we face a critical branch-point in history."
Track Name: Writing's Hard
This has been it over and over again, the same old shit somehow satisfies me. Being lonely is like falling down several flights of stairs, it's not the fact that you're alone, it's the fact that nobody cares.

And I find myself alive in a time when everything reminds you of what you can't have. You remind me of what I can't have.

It lets me know where I stand--9000 steps back. And I still wonder what it would be like to be with you.

I'm on edge; I've wrapped the chord around my own neck. I'm second best behind you at suffocation. Writing's hard, but not because I can't when I'm told to, more because every sentence jotted down is about you.
Track Name: Hum
Say and I'll become more than just a person so involved with words, see problems not solutions. Crane my neck and peer; the coming year's been wasted already. Nail inside your spine, the dimming light proves too heavy.

And if all time's happening somewhere else, then fate has got your life. He struck before your Mom was born. Baby's lost it's might.

Choking on your tongue, one in a million is plenty. Put your record on, slip off your socks when you're ready. Oblivious in fear, what we've always sought is long gone. Greater than our shells; our savior, at last, has moved on.

About time he realized: we can't see past our own eyes. We're not safe in skin and bone, but, our souls are eternal.