Edge Of The Map

2 weeks ago by @paintonit

Liner Notes

I went to the river to play guitar, found these old unfinished verses, and worked it into something structured. Then I sprinted home to record it all. I tracked and mixed this in about 3 hours total. Feels so great to be working fast. I'm thinking I want do more #garage #lofi rock for this project.

What's it about? What resides at the edges of what we know? How do we get there?

Lyrics

I am still looking for the perfect truck
Fill the bed I'll say good luck
I am still looking for the perfect truck
Fill the bed I'll say good luck
And leave this town behind for good
Like you always thought I should
I won’t come back
Til I touch the end of the map

I can't keep fishing in a wishing well
Listening to the ocean in a shell
I can't keep fishing in a wishing well
Listening to the ocean in a shell
The shell is all that left remains
But the ocean’s still contained in it
But I won’t hear that
Until I’ve touched the edge of the map

Like once we were at movie land
My two friends started holding hands
That whole night I was bitter when
I should have been happy for them
It's hard to leave a trail
On the ocean when you sail
I won’t look back
Until I’ve touched the edge of the map

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