Bởi Grace Medley power46 Bandcamp user-743933328 SoundCloud power464646 Twitter power464646 Tumblr ← Caliborn's Lament Bài hát trước đó bởi tác giả này → Narrative Entanglement Bài hát tiếp theo bởi tác giả này, SplitSuns splitsuns SoundCloud ← Light in the Darkness Bài hát trước đó bởi tác giả này → I ADMIT IT, I DON'T KNOW HOW KING CRIMSON WORKS!! HE ERASES TIME, BUT WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?! IF HE ERASES TIME THEN SHOULDN'T HE NOT BE THERE?! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN- WHAT DOES HE MEAN HE ERASES TIME?! Bài hát tiếp theo bởi tác giả này, WHATISLOSTINTHEMINES what Bandcamp whats-this-thing-here SoundCloud ← Stuck Bài hát trước đó bởi tác giả này → Flight Stick Bài hát tiếp theo bởi tác giả này và Ucklin ucklin SoundCloud ucklin Tumblr ucklin Twitter ← Stuck Bài hát trước đó bởi tác giả này → MELTDOWN Bài hát tiếp theo bởi tác giả này.
Được phát hành lúc 16/9/2023.
Thời lượng: 20:09.

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• WHATISLOSTINTHEMINES what Bandcamp whats-this-thing-here SoundCloud ← Stargazing with Gods Đóng góp vào bài hát trước đó bởi tác giả này (mastering)

Bài hát mà Home / Stuck có liên hệ đến:

• Home bởi Grace Medley và SplitSuns
• Stuck bởi Grace Medley, SplitSuns, WHATISLOSTINTHEMINES và Ucklin

Bài hát mà Home / Stuck có trích từ nó:

• Home bởi Grace Medley và SplitSuns
• Stuck bởi Grace Medley, SplitSuns, WHATISLOSTINTHEMINES và Ucklin

Lời bài hát:

(VGY was zero, VGZ was plus 0.2, delta-VC was minus 20.2, orbit 169.1 by 60.5.)

O darling, what have we become?
Has all been said, has all been done?
And after all that we've been through
Am I still me, are you still you?

O darling, what is it we seek?
Perhaps I think myself a freak
Perhaps I crave a second chance
In the universe's endless dance

If I had a choice
Still I wouldn't stay
Set out on a voyage for forever and a day

Exiled from our world
Into parts unknown
Wholly unfamiliar and yet it feels like home

And yet the pyramid still looms
And life still fades and life still blooms
And as the centuries they pass
We're not the first and not the last

The dawn consumed the night
Bathed in the sentinel's light
Clinging onto that bone
Ready to put up a fight
My bone came down again
I threw it up to the sky
That was the day I knew
I'd never really die

If I had a choice
Still I wouldn't stay
Set out on a voyage for forever and a day

Exiled from our world
Into parts unknown
Wholly unfamiliar and yet it feels like home

[Reversed]
Exiled from our world
Into parts unknown
Wholly unfamiliar and yet it feels like home

You collapse on the fractured earth with a shovel in your grip
Over your quivering chest you see there's another on the lip
Whatever’s inside has been circumscribing far too long
You try your best to resist but find it's enticement far too strong
Suddenly you're beneath the roots of a massive flooded tree
Far from the crown as the leaves fall down they transform and wiggle free
Smoky drool spirals from their schools and collects in painters' trays
You point and turn for the awestruck crowd but you only see your face

If nothing beside remains
Why can't we try again?

You can bead all of the words that you want on the string of your sentence
It doesn't matter because they slip off and the ringing is endless
Clattering across the carpet floor, never to be found
Even though the air becomes the sound, somewhere
The meaning gets stuck

In a room full of frozen eyes and twinkling silver drills
Your precious breath drips down from ears that don't distill
And you stumble right back to the rift you rent amid drifting stalks of grain
And you ask when the field's getting plowed again
And the buildings extend to the edge of sight with no taper to their ends
But your fate's still written where the sky bends
And when you run your fingers across the sun, you find the surface bears a crack
Don't look inside, something's looking back

If nothing beside remains
Why can't we try again?

You can bead all of the words that you want on the string of your sentence
It doesn't matter because they slip off and the ringing is endless
Clattering across the carpet floor, never to be found
Even though the air becomes the sound, somewhere
The meaning gets stuck

If I had a voice
Still I couldn't say
One sole secret syllable that wouldn't bleach to grey
Now that we've unfurled
Spectacles regrown
Who's to say they aren't just the old ones, clean as bone?

(The craters are all rounded off. There's quite a few of them, some of them are newer. Many of them look like - especially the round ones - look like hit by meteorites or projectiles of some sort.)

Chú thích của tác giả cho Home / Stuck:

Makin ✑ album management

I’d just like to interject for a moment. What you’re refering to as Stuck, is in fact, Home / Stuck, or as I’ve recently taken to calling it, Home plus Stuck. Stuck is not a song upon itself, but rather another movement of a fully produced track made useful by the Home corelyrics, themes and vital leitmotifs comprising a full submission as defined by UMSPAF.