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Big bats are flying when I pry apart
These dusty trunks.

I am myself pried apart
By nightmares and midnight dunks.

Enough work for thousands,
Like the Great Pyramid.
This monument that we’re trying to build
I cannot ever rid.

They say “Everyone has to deal with their own memory treasury.”
Guess this is why I’m tied to this past
So insidiously.

You want to hold onto memories?
Well watch out for bats as they fly out.
You say you want to carve your path,
Yet you don’t want the weight of all these things.
It’s a digital ball and chain,
Or at least a pile of albums for your offspring.

But if it’s more than money,
If it’s more than things.
All this building designation
Makes for a tender, tender sting.

It’s so hard to keep on
With the march of entropy.
Faster than the sprint of mortal men;
It all ends tragically.

You want to hold onto memories?
Well watch out for bats as they fly out.
You say you want to carve your path,
Yet you don’t want the weight of all these things.
It’s a digital ball and chain,
Or at least a pile of albums for your offspring.


You want to hold onto memories?
Well watch out for bats as they fly out.
You say you want to carve your path,
Yet you don’t want the weight of all these things.
It’s a digital ball and chain,
Or at least a pile of albums for your offspring.

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from The Place Called Home, released December 6, 2021

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Vincent Teetsov

Vincent Teetsov is a musician and writer who makes songs with a focus on storytelling and steady grooves.

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