![Back and Forth - The Dismemberment Plan](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/3284752472903925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: DeSoto
Song language: English
Back and Forth |
It’s all clear expensive drinks and shiny shirts |
And the click of heels as they descend from the taxi |
Like the first foot on the moon, oh, and it glows with ache |
And if it hits me right it’s almost too much to take |
And it’s got right angle laser razor thin lines |
That curve and swerve like perfect sines |
As we dress to the nines in an attempt to leave it all behind |
In a search of the moment between the seconds where |
Everything is just fine |
That silver thread embedded deep within our spines |
And I used to be kind of weird about this |
A fear of dependence on a guilty gilt-edged |
Hedged transcendence that makes us liars |
And tense the fear of looking down and seeing |
That nothing really suspends us |
But it was never just another Saturday night |
Not with you in attendance |
So put your hands in the air |
And wave them like you just don’t care |
It’s on a whim; |
it’s on a dare |
To shrug away what we can’t bear |
And we’re going back and forth and back and forth |
And back and forth and back |
We’re going back and forth and back and forth |
And back and forth and back |
So it’s a deep blue see-through membrane that protects us |
It connects us, a pulsing cellophane |
Party-train skein that helps us and |
Envelopes and keeps us locked inside |
Forever and ever along for the ride |
And we’re moving through a phosphorescent gel |
A semi-solid self-lit ocean and it’s a funny notion, isn’t it? |
Yeah, but I’m kinda digging it |
And it’s rigged and isn’t nearly so big |
And it speaks only of its own perpetual near miss |
Like the uncertain memory of a stranger’s mistaken kiss |
As faces slide by in glowing shadows |
Like snowbound ghosts that go up and down |
In epileptic shivers and negative radioactive slivers |
In a landscape of endless dull glitter |
And a taste in my mouth so sweet, yet so bitter |
We exhaust ourselves trying to get there |
Somebody scream, all right |
We’ll try to fill the echoless night |
So fasten up and hold tight |
We can’t give up without a fight |
And we’re going back and forth and back and forth |
And back and forth and back |
We’re going back and forth and back and forth |
And back and forth and back |
So in the end, whatever, we die, we dissolve |
Equations unbalanced, riddles unsolved |
And we were never connected or involved |
Except for the intersections and crazy mathematics |
With no time and no space and no schedule and no place |
And they pass right through us without a trace |
And sometimes that music drifts through my car |
On a spring night when anything is possible |
And I close my eyes and I nod my head |
And I wonder how you been and I count to a hundred and ten |
Because you’ll always be my hero, even if I never see you again |
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The City | 1998 |
What Do You Want Me to Say? | 1998 |
A Life of Possibilities | 1998 |
Gyroscope | 1998 |
Spider in the Snow | 1998 |
8 1/2 Minutes | 1998 |
The Jitters | 1998 |
I Love A Magician | 1998 |
Since You Died | 1997 |
Rusty | 1995 |
If I Don't Write | 1995 |
Onward, Fat Girl | 1995 |
Fantastic! | 1995 |
Soon To Be Ex-Quaker | 1995 |
Wouldn't You Like to Know? | 1995 |
The Things That Matter | 1995 |
Survey Says | 1995 |
13th and Euclid | 1995 |
OK Jokes Over | 1995 |