Music Doesn't Exist

by Max Miller

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While most bands are busy coloring the world with their emotions, Max Miller explores its edges and depths in a profound search for life's meaning- or lack there of. Max makes his statement of intent clear on Music Doesn't Exist. Drawing inspiration from Jean-Paul Sartre's Nausea, Miller questions various aspects of everyday existence over the course of 10 songs. Mixing together elements ranging from acoustic alternative rock to dubstep, Miller pulls the listener into a dark, paranoid sonic realm in which one might have trouble finding their way out of.

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released 19 April 2012

All songs written by Max Miller
Based on ideas and themes from "Nausea" by Jean-Paul Sartre

Vocals, Guitars, Programming, etc by Max Miller

All tracks mixed by Max Miller
EXCEPT FOR "Nowhere to Hide", mixed by Justin Stanley

Mastered by Audio Integrity (www.audiointegrity.com)

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Track Name: Nowhere to Hide
I think therefore I am
but I don't wanna think
so I am because I think that
I do not want to be
but I am standing here
and I can't help but think
that there's nowhere I can hide
because I'll always be me

but really what's the point?
I'm just another cog
I wake up every day to
tear the hours off the clock
these extensions of myself
doing work for someone else
these extensions of myself
been doing work for someone else

everything's the same,
everything exists
this thought is overwhelming
and I start to feel sick
round and round and round
gotta make it stop!
"I must not think"
is my one thought

I think therefore I am
but I don't wanna think
so I am because I think that
I do not want to be
but I am standing here
and I can't help but think
that there's nowhere I can hide
because I'll always be me
Track Name: It's not the same, is it?
the lights go out
and the room stays the same
though it looks so different
all remains

one domino falls
and then the rest
such a tiny change,
a butterfly effect

but, It's not the same, is it?
things change

this town has always felt the same
as if it were some rehearsed play
but the acting's getting dry
and feeling strained

relationships are so fast paced
with "how've you been"s
and "what a day"s
but the whole chain's been rusted,
bound to break

oh, it's not the same, is it?
things change

a DVD an mov
a motion picture memory
life moves forward
only on repeat

with nostalgic frequencies
all bent and shaped into new things
though it is all the same stuff
underneath

but, it's not the same, is it?
things change

it all comes back around again
it gets worn down but never dead
don't hold too tightly too the past
or it'll shatter in our hands
Track Name: Live or Tell
nothing ever happens
this thought is in my head
every day I'm doing
but it's not worth being said
life ain't like a movie
no one's watching me
and without all the cameras
do my actions mean a thing?

a guy walks down the street
a girl is having tea
someone somewhere just died
and another starts to breathe
all every day actions
nothing out of line
but when someone tells the story
it steps out of time

life has no beginnings
it happens every day
to re-count's not to re-live
but to try to find a place
never as it happens,
always in hind-sight
a story puts the ordinary
into the spot light

so, live it or tell

some people get by
just telling stories all the time
as if every little thing they do
is larger than life
but I would much rather try
and get to the next line
instead of sit around and talk about
the things that are behind

so, live it or tell

the choice is up to you.
Track Name: Paranoia
I wait I wait
my friend is late
patient but getting
frustrated
till some girl said
"suppose he's dead"
and now this thought
can't leave my head
foggy day a
foggy mind
where thoughts like this
get trapped inside
the girl has left
I am still here
emotion shift
from calm to fear

I go outside
I need some air
must clear my mind
try not to care
my stomach growls
it's time to eat
I walk over to
the deli
a customer
is getting mad
"This bagel is old!
This bagel is bad!"
So worked up
over a piece of bread
where five minutes away
my friend is....

round and round trapped in my thoughts
I can't untie this mental knot
it can't be true, of course it is!
it's not, it's not, it can't be real...

I call his cell
does not pick up
I try again
the same response
I'm locked in now
this will not drop
I head to his house
I cannot stop
this thought floating
in front of me
can't quite deny
can't quite believe
panting now
can hardly breathe
please let this be all a dream

I'm walking toward
my destiny
what lies ahead
in wait for me?
the lights are off
in his room upstairs
two porch lights shine
like a mocking glare
pull out my phone
I call again
no response,
what has happened?
the front door's locked
no one's outside
it's quiet here
like someone's...

round and round trapped in my thoughts
I can't untie this mental knot
it can't be true, of course it is!
it's not, it's not, it can't be real...

nevermind, this can't be true
I start to run, not sure where to
a sign perhaps will guide my way
it'll all end here today
panic struck, I look around
anything can happen now!
I stare at things so they'll stay there
cuz if I look away they'll disappear
I name the objects in my mind
a water fountain, an old street light
I'm trying to keep my head on straight
as my grip on the world disintegrates
my headphones on, I must escape
let music carry me away
breathing pattern slowing down,
disappear into the sound...

I wish I could tell you a story, where I don't die at the end.
Track Name: Ripple
life's a stagnant pool
in this slowly shifting world
nothing really changes
and people are comfortable

it can all be explained
at least, to a point
but when all is said and done,
really what's the point?

see what if one day
something were to change?
nothing big at first
just a ripple from the rain

say it didn't break
and somehow grew some arms and legs
picked up a black suitcase
and then calmly walked away?

ripple, come shake it up

most people couldn't take it
the smallest change of pace
they've all become so dreary
just floating about their days

that they don't even seem to notice
all this time keeps passing by
till one day when they wake up
only to realize that they've died

and so I'd like to hurry up
oh yes I'd like to expedite
I've become bored with this old angle
I want to see from a new light

but it's not that easy, sadly
I cannot just click "next scene"
so i wait and wait and wait
in hopes of... something.

ripple, come shake it up
Track Name: Professional
experienced professional lifeless
just watch them go
following the rules like a checklist
and on they roll

things are going well on the surface
but something's off
a strange feeling sometimes they get
then brush it off

bragging rights at best,
I've always found the concept lame
professional is just a title
means nothing outside this game

understanding rule's ain't the problem
no, I've read them twice
playing along is the part though
that I do not like

because people in this world got the comfort
and confidence
but I never felt too good calling myself
an occupant

sign your name on the dotted line
put it in a box called waste of time

bragging rights at best,
I've always found the concept lame
professional is just a title
means nothing outside this game
...and I don't want to play

not today.
Track Name: Away With Words
another waste of daylight
melting into the couch
words were floating through my head
but nothing made it out
until a revelation crashed down like a bomb
the couch was just a name that meant nothing at all

knocked my glass off the table
it crashed onto the ground
tried picking up the pieces,
cut my hand in the mound
but hands and blood and floor is really all the same
a blanket turned a quilt made out of words and names

polar bear in a snow storm
eiffel tower seen by the blind
life's a thick tint of nothing
when words get left behind
felt my hand drip into the cracks between floorboards
my hair a spiderweb with spiders coming forth


thought I had a good question
written upon this page
now I know it meant nothing
just left behind a stain
Track Name: Why So Serious?
how can you sit there
with your shirt tucked in
stone cold face
sharp as a pin

sitting there thinking about
your next move
like you've got something real
important to do

yeah why so serious?
none of this is real
autopilot for so long
it's changed the way you feel

really all you're doing
is killing time
as you comb back your hair
straighten your tie

think your indispensable
but that's not the way it is
everything you do, is to keep yourself
from noticing you exist- and that's it

so why so serious?
none of this is real
autopilot for so long
it's changed the way you feel

cuz really there's nothing.
nothing!
absolutely no reason to exist at all
there's nothing.
nothing!
absolutely no reason to exist at all

but we're here
and that's that
it's up to you what you will do with that fact

so relax
just breathe
you are absolutely free
Track Name: The Point
the past don't exist physically
it's really all a memory
that disappears as soon
as it's forgot

and when the leaves fall from the trees
and get swept away by the breeze
they may as well have never once
been there at all

and I can't really say for sure
that I have ever done a thing at all,
until just now

everything is as it seems
and behind us there is nothing
which most people have trouble
picturing

because we all wish for some meaning
some big cinematic ending
a journey which puts worth
to our living

and I can't really say for sure
that I have ever done a thing at all,
until just now

but there's nothing written in the air
there ain't no pre-paved paths out there
besides the ones we'll make up
for ourselves

the point is that there is no point
so don't get all bent and disjointed
live inside the moment
and be free

and I can't really say for sure
that I have ever done a thing at all,
until just now.
Track Name: Music Doesn't Exist
pluck and play
sing it loud
press the record button now
send it out and make CDs
plastic discs full of memories
you put it in
you turn it up
but what is it
that comes out?
just vibrations in the air
take those away and nothing's there

you can't touch a song, but a song can touch you.

music doesn't exist, how can it?




you can't touch a song, but a song can touch you.