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The speaker ponders on the wonders and mysteries of life, expressing a desire to keep love alive even in the face of adversity. They mention the importance of holding onto cherished memories and their home deep in their heart.

The speaker asks for the listener's opinion on someone, specifically if they find that person attractive or not. They suggest taking another look to form an opinion.

The speaker reflects on lost dreams, growing up, and the past's persistence. "And even though the moment passed me by, I still can't turn away." "Because all the dreams you never thought you'd lose lost a long way." "Scars of souvenirs you never lose. The past is never far." "Did you lose you self somewhere out there? Did you get to be a star?" "Don't it make you sad to know that life is more than who we are." "Grew up way too fast. Now there's nothing to believe." "Reruns all become my history. The tired song keeps playing on the tired radio." "And I won't tell your name."

The speaker expresses excitement and awe at the sight of clouds and draws them. They accidentally drop their finger while trying to interact with the clouds. They mention moving to clouds and express fear while wanting to try water. The speaker apologizes and abruptly ends their statement.

The speaker questions if someone is Caillou in real life and states, "She was a fairy."

The speaker delivers a fragmented, surreal self-address, recalling identity markers and a sense of mission that blends excavation, flight, and vision. They begin with a question: “Remember me?” followed by “Excavation,” then identify themselves as “the pilot flying to the fetal horizon,” asserting that “things for real” and “Now I see things for real.” The narrator then states an intention to quit, describing pain in the back and asserting that others “wouldn’t understand.” In a repetitive insistence, they repeat “You wouldn’t understand” as if challenging others’ perception of their experience. The voice shifts to another memory or identity line: “Remember me, Marie?” suggesting a relational or named memory tied to a person named Marie. The speaker claims to be “the pilot flying to the beetle orite,” introducing a further cryptic image in which “Demons cry as I battle on the saddle of the three headed lion,” a line that blends combat imagery with mythic symbolism. The phrase “Dharma climax” appears, followed by “Backs at my boss,” which may indicate a turning point or confrontation with authority. Further scenes paint emotional stakes: the speaker says, “See my mama crying,” and adds “Argons be lying running from the light of flying. I’m flying.” The mention of a crying mother intensifies the personal cost or consequence of the action described. The line “Argons be lying” introduces a conflict with perceived falsehoods or deceptions encountered while in flight or pursuit, all culminating in the assertion that the speaker continues to fly. Overall, the transcript presents a stream of symbolic and emotionally charged statements that interweave themes of memory, identity, struggle, and transcendence. The speaker oscillates between self-referential questions, vows of quitting due to pain, and mythic, dreamlike combat imagery, culminating in a persistent claim of flight as a defining action despite emotional and physical tolls. The recurring motifs—remembering a person named Marie, the back pain, the insistence that others wouldn’t understand, and the imagery of demons, lions, and dharma—combine to portray a character entrenched in a vision-driven conflict and a search for meaning or truth through perilous ascent.

Even though the moment passed, the speaker can't turn away because dreams and things were lost or thrown away. Now grown up, they don't belong to anyone, which is a shame. The speaker invites someone to hop beside them for a while, promising not to reveal their name. Scars are souvenirs you never lose, and the past is never far. The speaker asks if the listener lost themself or became a star, and if it makes them sad to know life is more than who we are. They grew up too fast and now there's nothing to believe. Reruns become history, and a tired song plays on the radio. The speaker repeats that they won't tell the listener's name.

The speaker repeatedly expresses disbelief and confusion, asking what is happening and what is meant by certain statements. They mention someone getting air and hitting air, and express concern for someone's safety, urging them to get up to avoid being run over.

The speaker expresses a belief that someone has blood on their hands and wants to go to outer space. They question why people are interested in going to space and claim that no one has ever been to the moon or outside the firmament. They believe that rocket ships scrape the firmament and always land in the ocean. They conclude by stating that the Flat Earth theory is real.

The speaker expresses a desire for someone to be in their "wake" when they are outside. They state that they sometimes look at the horizon and that is where they find a glimpse of "us."

The speaker thinks it's gonna be a long, long time. The touchdown brings the speaker around again to find they're not the man they think they are at home. The speaker identifies as a rocket man. The rocket man is burning out his huge algae. The rocket man is burning out his skis out here alone. The speaker repeats that they think it's gonna be a long, long time.

Now that she's back in the atmosphere drops a Jupiter in her head. She acts like summer and walks like rain reminds me that there's time to change. Since the return of a stay on the moon, she listens like spring and she talks like June. Tell me, did you send across the sun? Did you make it to the milky way

I see the spaceship. Do you see it? Yes, it's there. No, it's not. I promise, Veronica. Take a look. No, let me see. Wow.

One night, he will be free. He's the best I can see. He's the star. He's the night that shows up.

The speaker notices something and calls for someone to bring it to the left. They express concern and ask what it is and if it's burning. They exclaim in shock and pain, asking where it hurts.

A lone light beckons, breaking silence and calling one home. The speaker invokes a name amidst "frequency fire," urging it to endure and intensify. There's a yearning to embody a lost sea and a bond never initiated. The verse alludes to a "die of call," a "father of fame," and a state of perpetual entanglement and sameness.

I often find myself spending lonely nights dreaming of a song, a melody that brings back memories of our love when it was new and each kiss inspired joy. Those days are long gone, and now I find solace in the stardust of the sun. Beneath the stars, the nightingale sings tales of paradise where roses bloomed. Though my dreams may be in vain, the memories of love will forever remain in my heart. This stardust melody captures the essence of our love, a refrain that lingers on.

Speaker 0: And are you coming to the tree, burned eyeglass of hope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here, no stranger would appear. If we met

The speaker is observing something falling and wonders where it landed. They notice pieces flying and see smoke rising. They mention a club forming near a farm but can't see anything clearly.

The speaker comments on a girl's attractiveness and questions the listener's sanity for not finding her attractive. The speaker believes that the girl is fashionable and asks the listener to look at themself.

You're the light. You're the night. You're the color of my blood. You're the cure. You're the pain. You're the only thing I wanna touch. Never knew that it

The speaker expresses a sense of lost purpose and direction. They contrast a past state of floating with a present state of falling. They once possessed knowledge or certainty, but now express doubt about their intended purpose or creation. The repeated question, "What was I made for?" emphasizes their uncertainty and search for meaning.

The speaker mentions that the sky is dull and because of this, they have lost their peace. They ask what the other person wants and if they want them to be smooth. They request the cameraman to bring the camera close.

What do you think of her appearance? Do you find her attractive or not?

A lone light goosed silence and called the speaker home. The speaker invokes a name in "frequency fire," commanding it to hold and burn higher. The speaker proposes becoming the sea that was never lost and the bond that was never caused. They refer to a "die of call" and a "father of fame," destined to remain forever untangled and forever the same.