Sebago
Sole Lyrics

Someone medicate me sound, an introduction to all that eludes definition.
The singer desires clarity and meaning in their life, and seeks something to help them gain it.

Bring me something definite to chew cud with.
The singer wants something concrete to focus on and help them make sense of their reality.

I remember this one night, the world was still dead back then,
The singer recalls a particular moment in their past, when they felt disconnected from the world around them.

The way it spun to my shins to dance with blankets being chased
The artist describes a sense of disorientation and confusion in their perception of reality.

In circles. 3000 miles from new home, forty-five miles from old home,
The artist is physically removed from their familiar surroundings, adding to their sense of alienation.

Thinking about new life, old friends,
The singer is contemplating their past and present, and how they fit into it all.

Huddling rocks, big world, small life.
The singer feels small and insignificant in the vast world around them, seeking comfort from the natural elements.

Everything spins that has a point, and me spinning hysterical,
The artist notes the chaotic nature of the world and their own mental state, feeling out of control.

Crying...them laughing...stems in my hair, dancing in the grass
The artist is emotional and feeling vulnerable, while the people around them are unsympathetic and lack understanding.

Atop a mountain, the perfect landing for a ufo.
The artist is in an unusual or surreal location, making them feel even more disconnected from reality.

The lights blink...oncoming traffic...hysteria
The singer is overwhelmed by their surroundings, experiencing a sense of panic and anxiety.

Is my history and my friends don't see what I see:
The artist feels like their experiences and perceptions are unique and unseen by those around them.

Solemn faces in the bushes absorbing the story. like
The singer observes the natural world and believes it is witnessing their personal struggles.

I'm not the first dilusional coming to grips losing my friends
The singer recognizes that their mental state is not unique, and that others have also struggled with losing friends.

And it's killing me graceful. so I apologize to god,
The singer is facing their own mortality and is struggling with how to accept it.

For bren and adam and brandon, and ask god what happens when I die.
The artist thinks about the people in their life and is contemplating their own existence.

No answer. sadness strikes me dead in my bellowing state,
The artist feels like their questions about existence and mortality have gone unanswered, leading to a feeling of despair.

Remembering some girl I'd never love. so far detached
The singer thinks about a missed opportunity in their life, feeling disconnected from their past.

From the world I can't know and the faces I can't see.
The singer feels disconnected from the world around them, unable to fully understand or connect with others.

One-hundred yards to the left, a burned down house
The artist describes their surroundings, noting an abandoned and tragic location nearby.

Where the father killed the wife and kids,
The artist recounts a gruesome and tragic incident that occurred at the burnt house.

And I'm lookin' for him, and he's hiding from me
The artist is searching for someone who is avoiding them, adding to their sense of detachment.

Aging, thinking "pill." crying into a pillow called sky
The singer is feeling the weight of time and their own mortality, struggling with their emotional state.

Who keeps me warm when it's freezing in the summer time,
The artist finds comfort in elements of nature, even in moments of confusion and contradiction.

And laughing girls are golden, sitting in the fire
The singer observes human connection in others, while feeling disconnected from it themselves.

Talking about school and how funny I was
The singer thinks about their past and how others perceive them.

Drunk outside clubs, practicing forgetting,
The singer is engaging in self-destructive behaviors, trying to escape their own thoughts and feelings.

And dubbing people over who wouldn't fit on my tape.
The artist tries to control their past by altering their memories and perspective of others.

Well, my thief friend brought a guitar for the trip,
The artist describes a friend who is a thief and brought a guitar along for the ride.

And didn't know how to play, but I felt it in my stomach
The singer feels a connection to the guitar, even though their friend does not know how to play it.

And sang gibberish and wrote gibberish and was gibberish.
The singer is creating meaningless and nonsensical things, perhaps to escape from their own reality or emotions.

Still, less gibberish in being alive July 2nd, 1999.
The artist notes that despite the chaos and confusion in their life, being alive on a specific date has a sense of significance and meaning.

In the gibberish party, don put out the bonfire...
The artist recalls a moment in a chaotic setting, where someone puts out a bonfire for unexplained reasons.

Something about wardens...something about not camping...
The artist tries to make sense of the events occurring around them, but they are still confused.

Something about driving down an unlit rock trail on some mountain in some
The singer recalls a dangerous and poorly lit path that they had to navigate.

Nameless sebago city, and dying some documentary death
The artist imagines a tragic and unexpected death, not unlike those shown in documentary films.

Didn't thrill me. I'm staying here, it's the last safe place on earth.
The singer is afraid of death and wants to stay in a familiar and safe environment.

And when I first saw the flames at the bottom, and my drunk minor friends
The singer recalls a moment of danger, when they saw flames and were with underage and intoxicated friends.

Melting into the rocks, and ticks feasting on my piggy flesh...
The singer is in a dangerous and unsanitary environment, feeling helpless and vulnerable.

These two will try to kill me, these three are dead....
The artist is aware of the risks and dangers around them, perhaps anticipating some kind of attack or accident.

I should be home asleep, not being blamed for someone's stupidity.
The artist feels like they are being unfairly held responsible for a dangerous situation, and would rather be somewhere safe and asleep.

It's not the road, the space around me ripped,
The singer observes their surroundings and feels like they are being torn apart from the inside out.

And I was chased by white birds that don't sing,
The singer has a surreal and disturbing dream, featuring birds that do not behave as expected.

That are always there but I can't touch.
The artist is aware of their own limitations and disconnection from the world around them.

I will not die; some passed out life, overdose,
The artist has a desire to continue living, even if they have struggled with addiction and passed out before.

Praying to not be eaten by my own mortality
The artist is afraid of their own mortality and the inevitable end of their life.

When dogs bark in the country or junkies overdose in amusement parks.
The singer observes the harsh realities of life and how they can be unexpected and violent.

I pass through the sunken uncity and bang a payphone
The artist is in an urban area that is in a state of decay or neglect, and they use a payphone to try to connect with others.

'Cause I lost my cellphone and can't remember anyone's number,
The singer is disorganized and lacks the ability to easily connect with others.

Not even my own.
The singer is struggling with their own memories and sense of self.

Oh, you wanna be in my movie? don't move, don't talk,
The singer is creating something, perhaps a film, and giving directions to the people involved.

Don't just stand there like all epiphanies are purchased in the old port
The artist is frustrated by the lack of understanding and engagement from others in their creative project.

From someone who smokes kind nugs.
The artist makes a sarcastic comment about the stereotype of a particular type of person.

I am not zen; I'm calm like a city killer with poison oak
The singer contrasts the idea of zen calmness with their own demeanor, which is more like a dangerous and harmful individual.

Waiting patiently by the lake to be saved
The singer is in a vulnerable state and is hoping for someone or something to rescue them.

By cut-out friends who cut out. save yourself.
The artist is warning others to look out for themselves, as their friends may not be reliable or helpful in times of need.

Save yourself, save yourself, save yourself, save yourself...
The artist repeats this phrase as a mantra, emphasizing the need for self-preservation and survival.