The Weekend Sessions

by Western Education

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released 06 December 2012

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Track Name: All I Am
Look what you've done
You tend to repeat
Ask all your questions for all that you need
And say what you want, I won't ask for much
They press for details I'd not rather give out
Did it touch me or turn?
Tell me I've learned, you're gonna see

That all I said, is all I am
Made from dust, and out against
Away from view, you hide your face
And who you are, has been replaced
By modern men who think they know
Who think they know all the answers
But who am I, who am I to disagree?

They tied up your hands and blinded your eyes
This is not for the young, the gentle or kind
And say what you want, I won't ask for much
They press for details I'd not rather give out
Did it touch me or turn?
Tell me I've learned, you're gonna see

That all I said, is all I am
Made from dust, and out against
Away from view, you hide your face
And who you are, has been replaced
By modern men who think they know
Who think they know all the answers
But who am I, who am I to disagree?

Where are we to find ourselves
An honest way to be
Through all our fears came the plenty
Of our youthful cheer
So take these words to be the truth
An honest way to be
Track Name: The Weekends
Wish I could turn back the weekends
To those spent when I was a kid
Living life on the edge, living life on the edge
Wish I could turn back the weekends
Live my youth all over again
Seeing the world from a small view
Enjoying life in solitude

I can remember a place when
It felt good to have the rules bent
Staying out late with the cool kids
Scraping my skin on pure pavement
It was a sure sense of meaning
The way the wind hit my face then
Greeting my day with a fresh feel
My neighborhood had a worldly appeal
Wish I could turn back the weekends

And now I stress over the basics
I wonder now where my place went
Sensations since have left me empty, oh please

Let me turn back the weekends
To those spent when I was a kid
Living life on the edge, living life on the edge
I never was cynical then
But now society is making sure I am
Hardly asleep, barely living
Hardly asleep, barely living
Track Name: Intervention
I can't believe
The memories I've had
Both past and present interventions
But now the leaves
Have crumbled apart and nestled a bedside for me
The days come and go like cars on the freeway

For me, the ends not shocking to see
And the world cuts so violently
It seems that the stars are my only
Source of company

These streets paint a perfect figure
But I can't figure it out
Or find something to talk about
These streets paint a perfect figure
But I can't figure it out
Or find something to talk about

Just take a seat, and recognize where we've been
The roads, the maps, the streets, the lack of consciousness
And competence
And if this is all a dream
Then I can't wake up

For me, the ends not shocking to see
And your hands aren't locked into me
It seems that the moon will whisper
Slow and oh so softly