Seekers Video (MV)

Breaking point came and then kept going
Windmill snapped but the wind kept blowing
The man froze to death but it kept on snowing
Breaking point came and kept on going

Fillin' out applications at the house in the hillness
Sit on the front porch and bask in the stillness
Lookin' at the cookin' sun we ask for fulfillness
I'm in a bad mood, pass the hash so I can kill this
Straight till I breathe in, breath out, I'm tilted
Shaken by the shake and tobacco unfiltered
Frat Albert likes the Beasties, he puts on the illness
Drinkin' warm beer we don't wait for the chillness
Bein' funny we could prolly make some money if we film this
Except that the camera would change the mood
So we leave it all right here forgotten in the pilsners
We smoke and laugh
We yell and brood
Cause we're

Seekers of the past in the present frozen
Searching for connection with a router that's broken
Misread directions don't lead to omens
It seems all the meaning is found in the moment
Seekers of the past in the present frozen
Searching for connection with a router that's broken
Misread directions don't lead to omens
It seems all the meaning is found in the moment

Watch me love, watch me love, watch me love, watch me love
I'm beating my own heart
I'm beating my own heart
I'm beating my own heart
I'm beating my own heart

King-size zig-zag, twist up a few strands
Started out a white jay, smoke it till it grows tan
Curing everything from disease to a toe-jam
Feeding us what we need to stray from the program
Sitting on this porch without a torch would be so bland
I'd rather watch the PGA Tour on a slowcam
We talk of messes, our gifts, and our blessings
And how bad I would be if I became a snowman
We talk of all the dirty little doors we'd like to open
Until we make a mess, get the munchies, makin' food
We leave it all right here forgotten in the tokin'
We smoke and laugh
We listen and brood
Cause we're

Seekers of the past in the present frozen
Searching for connection with a router that's broken
Misread directions don't lead to omens
It seems all the meaning is found in the moment

To much room for complacence sleeping in the basement
(What we call our garage)
Void of action yet impatient
I plan for my reanimation
Yeah sleep is that will stop me
(From getting higher)
I think the beat's trying to drop me
(Too much desire)
I guess they said it could be costly
(To your friendships)
And maybe that's what makes me feel naughty
Just following the generations
(Millennial invasion)
Prescribe myself an instagram standing ovation
Smoking weed in indignation
(Garage Basement)
I plan my reanimation like you do your vacation

Seekers of the past in the present frozen
Searching for connection with a router that's broken
Misread directions don't lead to omens
It seems all the meaning is found in the moment
Seekers of the past in the present frozen
Searching for connection with a router that's broken
Misread directions don't lead to omens
It seems all the meaning is found in the moment
Seekers of the past in the present frozen
Searching for direction with a router that's broken
Misread directions don't lead to omens
It seems all the meaning is found in the moment

Seems all the meaning is found in the moment
Seems all the meaning is found in the moment
Seems all the meaning is found in the moment
Yeah you said that but I find so much meaning in the past