8 Bit Color

8 Bit Color

Peter Arvidson's picture

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Liner Notes: 

Improv song, thinking about living between 2 households and the good, the bad, the many memories.

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I remember the time in the garage when we all got along
Well we took the car to the store, and I picked out one thing more
We came home, this is our life, this is our life
Well, we seemed so bad, but that's what we had, the normalcy is what we dream
Every dysfunctional family seems to make the most of it

So many churches everywhere I looked, so many faces, everywhere I shook
Inside I had questions, that is what we took
So far I been out here waiting for chords
I could only ride 5 miles more

But some days I got away and I could everyday
Navigate back to the place, the meridian in my face
And I could fake it until I was old enough to thrill
Everyone around this place
Until then I had myself to blame
I had myself to blame

I remember 8 bit color
I remember old town
I remember every number that we had around
I had 5 or 6 days like that, when I could not recall
I had everyone in a fit if I got along

Until then everything fine
Until then everything's alright
I make fantasy jungles inside my head
It wasn't until it was a test
Sunday nights weren't always the best
When I came home I had to change my vest
When I came home I had to change my vest
And now...

I wait until every other weekend
That was my favorite season
Until I had a reason to be somebody different
Until I had a reason to be somebody different
Until I had a reason to be somebody different
I was just myself
I was just myself

Until I had a reason to be somebody different
Well, I was just myself

Until I had a reason to be somebody different
I was just myself

I was just myself



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Comments

coolparadiso's picture

a lot of thoughts in this! ive had albums with less words Smile well done

Susan Cantey's picture

Very Beatle-ish. The haunting sadness comes through in spades.

fresh spotless youth's picture

I really like the way the song ends with that great line. I'm reading back from there to try to piece together the meaning. There are lots of great lines that are taking on new meaning as I see them through the eyes of the boy living in between. There's a feeling somewhere between melancholy and nostalgia, or a mix of the two. It would be great to hear this with a lush orchestral production

tcelliott's picture

I like the slightly chaotic feel. It never falls apart and works very well for an improv. It's fun to hear you in a more bare bones setting.