THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY THREE MONTHS OF LIVING IN COSTA RICA HAS BEEN ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY, THE 4 TWENTY ONE PILOTS’ ALBUMS: SELF-TITLED, VESSEL, BLURRYFACE, AND TRENCH. THIS UPCOMING 4-PART PHOTO SERIES WILL FEATURE CAPTIONS WITH THEIR LYRICS DESCRIBING AN EVEN DEEPER CONTEXTUALIZATION OF MY OVERALL PURE VIDA EXPERIENCE.
as it’s the fourth and final part of this series, i should probably mention that every photo in the entire series was shot from the hip. i never raised my camera to my eye. so, i never really knew what i was capturing until i got back to my room and went through them.
i can’t believe how much i hate. pressures of a new place roll my way. no, we are not just graffiti on a passing train.this culture is a poacher of overexposure.i’ll morph to someone else. i’m just a ghost.hide you in my coat pocket, where i kept my rebel red. i felt i was invincible, you wrapped around my head.i’ve always been collected, calm, and chill. i want you to follow me down to the bottom. underneath the insane asylum.sometimes i feel cold, even paralyzed. my interior world needs to sanitize.nice to know my kind will be on my side. i don’t believe the hype. and you know you’re a terrible sight. i’m lighter when i’m lower. i’m higher when i’m heavy. in city, i feel my spirit is contained. i move slow, i want to stop time. i’m sorry i did not visit. did not know how to take it. when your eyes did not know me. i needed change of pace. couldn’t take the pace of change. you’re loving on the psychopath sitting next to you. you’re loving on the freakshow sitting next to you.
THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY THREE MONTHS OF LIVING IN COSTA RICA HAS BEEN ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY, THE 4 TWENTY ONE PILOTS’ ALBUMS: SELF-TITLED, VESSEL, BLURRYFACE, AND TRENCH. THIS UPCOMING 4-PART PHOTO SERIES WILL FEATURE CAPTIONS WITH THEIR LYRICS DESCRIBING AN EVEN DEEPER CONTEXTUALIZATION OF MY OVERALL PURE VIDA EXPERIENCE.
can you save my heavy dirty soul?wish we could turn back time, to the good old days.yeah, i think about the end way too much.i’ve been thinking too much. help me. but i’m not good with directions and i hide behind my mouth. i’m a pro at imperfections and i’m best friends with my doubt. release me from the present. i’m obsessing all these questions.my shadow tilts its head at me.you are out of my mind. you aren’t seeing my side.i’m out of my mind. i’m not seeing things right. i’m a goner. somebody catch my breath. i wanna be known by you.
THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY THREE MONTHS OF LIVING IN COSTA RICA HAS BEEN ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY, THE 4 TWENTY ONE PILOTS’ ALBUMS: SELF-TITLED, VESSEL, BLURRYFACE, AND TRENCH. THIS UPCOMING 4-PART PHOTO SERIES WILL FEATURE CAPTIONS WITH THEIR LYRICS DESCRIBING AN EVEN DEEPER CONTEXTUALIZATION OF MY OVERALL PURE VIDA EXPERIENCE.
i’ll stay awake, ’cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight.why am i not scared in the morning? i don’t hear those voices calling. i must have kicked them out…i’m insignificant.you think twice about your life. it probably happens at night, right?am i the only one i know waging my wars behind my face and above my throat? shadows will scream that i’m alone.behind my eyelids are islands of violence.life has a hopeful undertone.and since we know that dreams are dead, and life turns plans up on their head, i will plan to be a bum, so i just might become someone.sometimes quiet is violent.i’m forced to deal with what i feel, there is no distraction to mask what is real. i find over the course of our human existence, one thing consists of consistence. and it’s that we’re all battling fear. oh dear, i don’t know if we know why we’re here.i’m semi-automatic. my prayer’s schizophrenic.i do not know why i would go in front of you and hide my soul, ’cause you’re the only one who knows it. don’t wanna call you in the night time. don’t wanna give you all my pieces. don’t wanna hand you all my trouble. don’t wanna give you all my demons. you’ll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away. but tonight, i’ll need you to stay.i’ll never be what you see inside. you say i’m not alone, but i am petrified. i can feel your breath. i can feel my death. i want to know you. i want to see. i want to say hello.
the soundtrack to my three months of living in Costa Rica has been almost exclusively, the 4 twenty one pilots’ albums: self-titled, vessel, blurryface, and trench. this upcoming 4-part photo series will feature captions with their lyrics describing an even deeper contextualization of my overall pure vida experience.
reign down and destroy mei’ll try to delay what you make of my life. but i don’t want your way. i want mine.you are tired. you are hurt. a moth ate through your favorite shirt. and all your friends, they fertilize the ground you walk. lose your mind.i’ve been traveling in the deserts of my mind.living like a ghost, you walk by everyone you know. you say that you’re fine, but you have lost your sway and glow.then the wages of war will start inside my head with my counterpart.no one really knows his mind and no one knows behind his eyes.we get colder as we grow older. we will walk so much slower.i’m not sure i want to give you tools that can destroy my heart.he wakes up early today, throws on a mask that will alter his face. nobody knows his real name…he thinks that faith might be dead. nothing kills a man faster than his own head. nobody knows he’s alive.i barely feel a smile deep inside me. i began to understand why god died.the air begins to feel a little thin, as we’re waiting for the morning to begin.i wanna fall inside your ghost and fill up every hole inside my mind. and i want everyone to know that i am half a soul divided. look in the mirror and ask your soul if you’re alright. put on the glitter that your soul hides behind. all we are is an isle of flightless birds. please don’t think about why you can’t sleep in the evening.please don’t be afraid of what your soul is really thinking.how frustrating and so degrading, his time we’re wasting, as time will fly by and the sky will cry as light is fading…
I just wanna stay in the sun where I find I know it’s hard sometimes Pieces of peace in the sun’s peace of mind I know it’s hard sometimes Yeah, I think about the end just way too much But it’s fun to fantasize All my enemies who wouldn’t wish who I was But it’s fun to fantasize
Oh, oh I’m falling so I’m taking my time on my ride Oh, I’m falling so I’m taking my time on my ride Taking my time on my ride
