The Superfluous E​.​P.

by David Story

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released September 23, 2008

Produced by David Story and Paul Mercer.
Words and music by David Story.

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Track Name: Los Angeles
We abandon this routine,
Intending to convene
From Venture to the sea;
But sights that cannot be foreseen
Are closing doors on dreams,
Incarcerating me.

And I'm still stranding on the ground—
I should be on my way by now,
But I can't break out of this town;
No, no you don't understand,
You just made me a homeless man,
You took it right out of my hands.

So get me on a flight out,
Send me anywhere;
I don't care where it takes me,
As long as I get there.

Just let me see the angels,
Just let me see the angels.

Cold, I breathe in the Dublin air,
And I know I'm nearly there—
Far away from that nightmare;
So get ready, cos I'm ready to arrive,
And I don't feel more alive
Than when the angels are by my side.

So get me on a flight out,
Send me anywhere;
I don't care where it takes me
As long as I get there.
There's an angel I've been missing,
And one I've never seen;
I don't care how, just get me home,
Not only in my dreams.

Just let me see the angels,
Just let me see the angels,
Just let me see the angels,
Just let me see the angels.
Track Name: Superfluous
If it's not some formulaic science,
Then maybe it's more like an art;
Either way, I'm damned to misalliance,
And cursed with this vestigial heart.
I ain't looking for no reassurance,
But I wouldn't mind to know I stand a chance,
Cos I've been met by so many frozen shoulders
And cold replies that it can't be happenstance.

Look around, I'm not your only option,
But surely I'm in your top five;
Narrow it down just like some lame TV show,
And I hope that I'm the one that you derive.
But somehow I get cut before I try out;
Can I at least come back and try again next year?
Maybe instead I'll just come back to my senses,
Won't let my heart become your souvenir.

I'm such a waste, an expendable romantic,
And you'll never know to what degree,
Cos you've worn out, you've worn out your only antic,
To give no second thoughts, no second looks at me;
I used to say, "Let's merge our territories,
And turn this you and me into an us."
But not no more, I wont' waste on you my existence,
When you make me feel superfluous,
You make me feel superfluous,
Oh, you know you make me feel so superfluous.
Track Name: Some Things Never Change
This house will be empty again,
These busy streets will carry one less man,
Cos I don't believe that someday is on its way;
So I'm taking matters into my hands,
Won't say it's over before it begins,
Won't waste my life wishing my life away.

Cos I can't wait around, around, around,
Waiting for my time to come around, around, around;
So if you call my name and I don't come around, around, around,
You can never say
Some things never change,
Some things never change.

So I lose another day to my bed,
Live out these dreams, but only in my head;
Cos I'm always ready, but never prepared to go.
So out of this stagnant prison I come;
Maybe I'll evolve into what I'll become,
Maybe I'll catch up to everyone I know.

Cos I can't wait around, around, around,
Waiting for my time to come around, around, around;
So if you call my name and I don't come around, around, around,
You can never say
Some things never change,
Some things never change.

And everything around me just keeps moving on and on,
But I don't dare to make a move.

I can't wait around, around, around,
Waiting for my time to come around, around, around;
So if you call my name and I don't come around, around, around,
You can never say…

I can't wait around, around, around,
Waiting for my time to come around, around, around;
So if you call my name and I don't come around, around, around,
You can never say
Some things never change,
Some things never change,
Some things never change,
Some things never…
Track Name: I Didn't Write This Song For You
On any given day,
Songs come spill into my head
That won't see the light of day,
Won't know what you might have said—
That's why I keep the in my head.

There are margins on this page
Filled illegibly with ink;
Here is where these words will stay,
Never to know what you think—
These words belong to me.

You can't step inside my mind,
That's why you have no clue;
But it's alright—
I didn't write this song for you.

I've no other way to mend
Without rhymes and melodies;
I'm cathartic to the end,
I eulogize no trivialities—
I sing to set me free.

You can't step inside my mind,
That's why you have no clue;
But it's alright—
I didn't write this song for you.

Sorry if you feel left behind,
But this is not your road;
So if you're coming for the ride,
You're going where I go.

So take, take what you can get,
And I'll make you no guarantees;
All you hear is all you get;
Write your own if you're not pleased—
I wrote this song for me.

You can't step inside my mind,
That's why you have no clue;
But it's alright—

You can't step inside my mind,
That's why you have no clue;
But it's alright,
Oh yeah, it's alright—
I didn't write this song for you.
Track Name: Superfluous (original demo)
If it's not some formulaic science,
Then maybe it's more like an art;
Either way, I'm damned to misalliance,
And cursed with this vestigial heart.
I ain't looking for no reassurance,
But I wouldn't mind to know I stand a chance,
Cos I've been met by so many frozen shoulders
And cold replies that it can't be happenstance.

Look around, I'm not your only option,
But surely I'm in your top five;
Narrow it down just like some lame TV show,
And I hope that I'm the one that you derive.
But somehow I get cut before I try out;
Can I at least come back and try again next year?
Maybe instead I'll just come back to my senses,
Won't let my heart become your souvenir.

I'm such a waste, an expendable romantic,
And you'll never know to what degree,
Cos you've worn out, you've worn out your only antic,
To give no second thoughts, no second looks at me;
I used to say, "Let's merge our territories,
And turn this you and me into an us."
But not no more, I wont' waste on you my existence,
When you make me feel superfluous,
You make me feel superfluous,
Oh, you know you make me feel so superfluous.