A Collection of Songs (2008 - 2010)

by I am the Dot

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  • This is a group of all my songs so far. (I Am The Dot EP, Rare Creatures EP, Minimal Love EP, The Royal Few EP, Bridges EP, and Quantum Thoughts.)

    All Songs Written by Zach Tipton

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credits

released 01 November 2011

Thanks to Matt Wilcox (I Am The Dot EP), Eric Peterson (Bridges EP), and Jaz Dixon (Minimal Love EP) for producing/mixing/mastering/playing/etc). Bobby Theberge played drums on Mark Twain, That Golden Spiral, and Minimal Love. Squids played horns on We Have Not Arrived and Honey and Vinegar. Cori sang on We Have Not Arrived, Honey and Vinegar, Formaldehyde, and River of Solitude.

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Track Name: Oranges
in a painting of everything
like a foreign fruit
i stick out with my obsessions
of disappearing

all i know is deforming in my head
predictions of collapsing way too soon

while i walk along the shore
citrus scenery
decomposing bodies sing
far off
in the distance

even though we are gone
and continue to rot
please remember what we say
this life is all you've got

all i know is deforming in my head
predictions of collapsing way too soon

pick me from the branch that holds me up
and protect my skin from the violent wind
hide me from the light that shines upon me
i would like to die without seeing the sun again
Track Name: We Have Not Arrived
the faint hum of slime in the distance
a group of soldiers with inherited sickness
coughing and holding onto their
written instructions
handed down from the peak of a mountain
where snow freezes the obedient servant
they follow our every step
a tidal wave from unknown waters

father might wonder why we left in such a hurry
no, he will not
look at the ants they walk on
two by two
we must do as them
we must keep moving on
as we walk through windless deserts
we hear the thoughts of a beggar
"i realize true fears have not arrived."

switching faces
they form a unified creature
with no projection of a singular leader
cut from space and time
air seeps out midnight blood
ready to make a move as ominous murder
no dimension exists
but they push further
they push further
they push further

he might forget us if we stay out any longer
vultures will pick at us and grin then laugh
like savage kings
we must hide from them
we must keep moving on
as i crawl and latch on nervous fingers
behind a rock
a thought lingers
i realize true fears have not arrived

we have not arrived to the place where you will die

until his dying days
he'll question both our motives
venomous clouds have formed
a toxic, swirling, black abyss
i must stay in place
you must keep moving on
as we cup our ears and move closer
an echoed voice caught under the thunder tells us
you'll realize true fears have not arrived
Track Name: The Crown
the crown upon your head has broken
the throne below you has rusted

born without lines on his palm
he walks with a slight metronome swagger
little does he know that we've both traveled the same way
drifting side to side, we were both ships caught in the same wave
circling the globe, we both discovered the same thing:
we are not that special and we are all suffering

there's no such thing as a royal few

the crown upon your head has broken
the throne below you has rusted

watch your step, floating man
or you'll end up in the swamps with your endless things

there's no such thing as a royal few
Track Name: Quantum Thoughts
as time
directionless winding
slows down
to a standstill
i am suddenly reminded of dream
i once had
a certain night i met a ghost
who spoke of chess and dying crows
no longer feeling all alone
i followed and asked we're we'd go
into a garden filled with snow
where walls are lined up not in rows
but in patterns most likely sewn
my a woman who is not known

we all have
different plans for the future
tumbling, spiraling down on us
we all have different plans for the future
but we can't fight it anymore

well, i
want to spend the night
right here
i won't move ever
replying, with a sense of irony,
he asked, "what for?"
"what for?!
labyrinthine days ahead
a twisted future like you said
where fate exists but nothing is
an infinite loop never ends
kaleidoscopic visions spread
no yellow roses on the bed
to help me think of better deaths
to go on now would be pointless because

we all have
different plans for the future
tumbling, spiraling down on us
we all have different plans for the future
but we can't fight it anymore
Track Name: Formaldehyde
two halves inside of my head
connected by a shaky bridge
i use to sit on
broke apart and left me
in a field of unknown flowers and skies of deep red

does this really feel like a body
covered in formaldehyde?
nobody wants that mind
try to tell the world a secret and you'll
end up in a house alone
nobody wants that mind

i slept for years under a tree
as the war went on
and everyone had left
they rode their boats gently
down the stream
as if the dying men they saw were real

does this really feel like a body
covered in formaldehyde?
nobody wants that mind
try to tell the world a secret and you'll
end up in a house alone
nobody wants that mind
Track Name: Mark Twain
i am number 44

pick the clay up from the ground
and mold us something special
it's not everyday we see what evil is
show us things we couldn't dream of
in the middle of war
i want to be frozen in fear, motionless
like the bodies buried in a row
we're black dominoes
set up for a action until a hand comes along
a force we need because we're free
from any morality
our heads our leaking fast
our ship's lost in a stormy sea

as we lean over the edge
our reflections don't look back
we are creatures of absurdity
and we don't know which way to row

put me back together to my original form
a torch carrying modern Promethean
i want to climb the mountain
i want to walk with titans
over that hill
i want to see the sun rising
when i push the boulder
i will not dwell on its weight
a struggle and a smile
keep my head on straight
gravel in between my toes
a secret many will know
kiss me child and tell me what your name is

mysterious stranger
will you tell us if there's meaning?
we are creatures of absurdity
and we don't know which way to row

i am number 44