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Movements in D

from Autopilot by Mitchell Thompson

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This track is about the baggage we carry around in our life's journey, and how to properly process it and move on to our next step.

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Thumb through this box of pictures,
From when we still used film,
Search for the perfect image,
To leave me overwhelmed,
Each one a separate memory,
Each one sparks something true,
While most of them are joyful
They all still wreak of you,
All things wreak of you,
More than I ever knew,

I thought I'd never miss it,
That constant care confuse,
But seeing all these faces,
Brings out your guileful ruse,
Despite this sinking feeling,
Regardless of our past,
Beyond your countless stealing,
Oh how I want you back,
Oh how I need you back,
Just like a heart attack,

Like some old lost unspoken rule,
Like something easily torn,
I'm left here standing like a fool,
Like me this box is so worn,
I'll take this bag of polaroids
And burn them one by one.
Your pretty face all turned to ash
And crumpled till there's none,

You know, I could never seem to grow,
So from move to move I carry this box around,
I know under twenty feet of snow,
I could never quite bury it far enough down,
Not far enough down, not far enough, no.

I always place them back unharmed,
I never dare destroy,
Sometimes I border on alarmed
The way you seem like toys,
Oh picture please say something back,
One word, I beg you so,
How many times, I can't keep track,
I've eyed your silent glow,
And yet I'll worry until dawn,
My mind stuck in review
You've crippled me from moving on,
From finding something new,

Oh boy, I need to calm down,
I need to get my mind together,
Stop clowning around,
Stop acting under the weather,
Stop feeling unwound,
Start growing skin of leather,
Get my feet on the ground,
Stop choking like I'm tethered down,
I need to step back,
Then I need to take two steps forward,
And three steps back,
Then I need to take four steps forward,
And five steps back...
And fifteen back. I'm always back.
(Tell me dear my only fear, is the fear of being lonely)

Thumb through this box of pictures for the final time,
Then throw them in the dustbin before I make my uphill climb,
I keep on looking forward,
I'm living in today,
Instead of being anchored,
Get moving on my way,
Yeah I'm on my way,
There's nothing else to say.

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from Autopilot, released November 1, 2010

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Mitchell Thompson San Francisco, California

Solo artist/songwriter, working on various forms of rock and folk, mainly in the form of concept albums.

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