12 And 9 EP

by Third Class

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1.
12 And 9 02:56
When I was 12, and you were 9, I never thought I'd look behind and say that I was satisfied with my own life, after all. Well, I guess, it started in elementary school, when all the kids said I broke the rules, and they looked at me, and I knew that I was different. Please, please, don't let them kill us. Please, don't let them fill us with self-regret. We've come this far. Please, don't let them kill us. Please, don't let them fill us with self-regret. When I was 12, and you were 9, I never thought I'd be this fine, today, and notice the leaves on every tree, and the stars. Well, I don't know how it came to this, from shadowed corners to bright bliss. I stayed long enough to endure the rough of this life. Please, please, don't let them kill us. Please, don't let them fill us with self-regret. We've come this far. Please, don't let them kill us. Please, don't let them fill us with self-regret.
2.
There is a spy with is head, down on the floor. There is a planet, on the ceiling, to explore. There is god, watching from the ceiling fan, spinning his face and making his demands. There is a kid, laying, upside-down, in bed. There is a new kind of mars, created in his head. There is book, he is writing with his eyes. Nobody can look and destroy his new-found skies. I'll make it over, again. I'll make it over, again. You can't destroy my dreams. I'll make it over, again. I'll make it over, again. You can't destroy my dreams. There is girl, running toward me, on the drive. After the rain, all the worms are still alive. There is a cow, staring at me, from the fence, wondering how I survive with no good sense. There is a place where the clock never runs out. There is a taste when you bite into the clouds. There is a race between my mind and yours. There is a way we can settle all these scores. I'll make it over, again. I'll make it over, again. You can't destroy my dreams. I'll make it over, again. I'll make it over, again. You can't destroy my dreams. I'll make it over, again. I'll make it over, again. You can't destroy my dreams.
3.
Streetlights casting a glare, dare to stare into the holes where we dwell. The morning air slices, deep, through my skin, like a sin. To get to the head of this life, now, begin the slow, big, sad sacrifice to the grave, traveling blind, through the day, on the paved road of dreams, mountains and streams, heaven and ice cream, but it seems these schemes need redeemed. A thought had once crossed through my mind, how I find to be this far in a life suits me fine. If everything goes down the drain, I remain, just play this song in your head, and refrain from slow, big, sad sacrifice to the grave, traveling blind, through the day, on the paved road of dreams, mountains and streams, heaven and ice cream, but it seems these schemes need redeemed. I tried to move to Tennessee; it followed me. I tried to move to Kentucky; it followed me. I tried to move to NYC; it followed me. I tried to drown in the sea; it followed me on roads of dreams, mountains and streams, heaven and ice cream, but it seems these schemes need the road of dreams, mountains and streams, heaven and ice cream, but it seems these schemes need redeemed.
4.
I saw you start to get older as you jokingly glared at me. I felt the weather get colder in the depth of a stirring sea. I saw what your mother's mother saw in the 70's. I am a giant spruce, seeing growth in a baby tree. I felt the wrinkles emerge for a moment. I have always imagined it, now I know it. Leather bibles hit me in the back of my head and I topple into endless canyons. I'm dreaming. I think I'm dreaming. And, I won't remember all my friends when I get older, towards the end. Let's duck away and run and hide, behind the dumpster where you cried. And, we'll get older. Everyone will see us drop dead, one by one. The neighborhood will disregard the presence of the wild card. I see you. I think I see you when you get old. I saw you start to get older as you sadly explained to me, you were off of your medicine for your anxiety. I saw the wrinkles emerge and it got weird. I saw you standing alone, in the dark, with your worst fears. Leather bibles hit me in the back of my head and I topple into endless canyons. I'm dreaming. I think I'm dreaming. And, I won't remember all my friends when I get older, towards the end. Let's duck away and run and hide, behind the dumpster where you cried. And, we'll get older. Everyone will see us drop dead, one by one. The neighborhood will disregard the presence of the wild card. I see you. I think I see you when you get old.
5.
All your friends say they love you; your family says they do, too. Look up at me with your open, wide eyes. Look up at me with your kitty-cat eyes, and we sail the sea. All my life is lived for you. Everything, it's all for you. Look up at me with your open, wide eyes. Look up at me with your kitty-cat eyes, and we sail the sea, and we sail the sea.
6.
You're passing my house and you're circling the block. There's demons outside and they're circling the sky. The breeze from the lake makes raindrops on my jacket. When will the ghosts believe in the humans they see? Why won't they just come around and around, in the whirling sound and the frightening gowns of the underworld? And, lights, at night, flicker between their flight. Why won't we leave them alone? You walk between the walls and you live under the stairs until a motionless death sinks into your hair. Late, at night, I sit before the light. When will the ghosts believe in the humans they see? Why won't they just come around and around, in the whirling sound and the frightening gowns of the underworld? And, lights, at night, flicker between their flight. Why won't we leave them alone? You're passing the time as the lonely city blooms, full of confetti and hopes and water balloons. You're passing the time as the lonely city burns. When will the ghosts believe in the humans they see? Why won't they just come around and around, in the whirling sound and the frightening gowns of the underworld? And, lights, at night, flicker between their flight. Why won't we leave them alone? Leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone.

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12 And 9 EP (2011) is the pinnacle of Third Class when in full-band/rock mode. The EP's lean collection stays fun and upbeat while exploring odd or spooky themes against a backdrop of childish wonder.

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released October 23, 2011

Third Class: Music, Lyrics, Production, Album Art
Ampreon Recorder: Engineering
Magic Garden Mastering: Mastering

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Third Class makes Ohioan poetic pop music via abstract travelogues, small-town alienation, childhood nostalgia, and true love, since 1999.

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