4. Spaces Between

10 weeks ago by @knobbyneggins815

Liner Notes

2nd part of a 3-part suite for my (hopefully first and not last?) project for 50/90 called Memory Ln. I did the vocals for this a few weeks ago, the mixing was a bastard (and still far from acceptable lol), but I got it done and wanted it out alongside the two other tracks that surround it. It's fresher than some of the ones that are over 2 years, but it's still been a year since the lyrics were written!

This song is based on my family experience with dementia. Two of my grandparents have suffered and passed from it. Watching them fade into different people was a sobering experience, and I am always wondering about the worst thing to lose: your sense of self.

When it comes to memories and nostalgia, you can't forget the part of it that is the hardest to accept: it's all malleable. What we remember may not be what actually happened, and to see the end result of that is frightening, but worthy to think about. Anyways, enough bumming folks out, I'll let the song speak for itself.

July 13th, 2023.

Lyrics

Verse 1:
All of the photographs,
Staging a smile and a laugh, for us.
Page after page,
Day after day, ain't enough.

"You're all that you could have been",
Over and over again, you say.
Forgive all the moments,
That a somber condolence couldn't save.

The things that you wanted to be,
The lives that you learned to drop and leave,
The people and places,
They fill up the Spaces Between.

Forget all the faces,
But remember the
Spaces Between.

Bridge:
When all my feral contradictions
Choose to capsize,
My predilection to the
Fiction will be compromised.

When there's no distinction of
What is wrong or right,
I'll collapse into nothing,
The abyss will be crushing my mind.

There's all this sickness that I
Witnessed in my family,
And I did not sky my
Generation's form of atrophy,

Yet there's such beauty
In all the things I've seen.
All of the faces,
All of the places.
All of the Spaces Between.

And I hope that I remember,
But I don't think I'll remember.
And I hope that I'll get better,
But I don't think I'll get better.

Verse 2:
The silence is so damn loud,
Before all the stars die out and leave.
Passing the threshold where the
Gods and the Devils reconvene.

And if this a dying dream,
I'll exist in the Spaces Between.

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