Uploaded October 2008 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
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We Grew Up So Well is a VideoSong, a new medium with 2 rules:
1. What you see is what you hear (no lip-syncing for instruments or voice).
2. If you hear it, at some point you see it (no hidden sounds).
We Grew Up So Well, by Jack Conte
Lyrics:
Staring at a trash can, thinking about the things you've thrown away. You love our pretty planet, yeah, but not enough to stay. No, please don't go! You always took care of your hands. How could you break them like you did? Like a bug on a window. Is that what you wanted to be? A moment's pause? All you see is madness. Nobody can show you the method. No please, wait, no! So I remember you in lyric, recycled soul reborn as ink from a desperate pen. Is that what you wanted to be? Just a topic of mine? Oh, I dream of your soul, I wish you could know that we grew up so well. Oh, you didn't know. You didn't know that soon you'd be okay. Echoing bellows, so slow like gallows. Is that what you wanted to be? A still life's pose? A photograph? A story told? A friend I had?
Download My NEW EP: Patreon.com/JackConte
This song on iTunes: tinyurl.com/VideoSongsV2
or in your choice of digital formats direct from me:
jackconte.bandcamp.com/album/videosongs-volume-2
jackconte.com
facebook.com/JackConteMusic
twitter.com/jackconte
We Grew Up So Well is a VideoSong, a new medium with 2 rules:
1. What you see is what you hear (no lip-syncing for instruments or voice).
2. If you hear it, at some point you see it (no hidden sounds).
We Grew Up So Well, by Jack Conte
Lyrics:
Staring at a trash can, thinking about the things you've thrown away. You love our pretty planet, yeah, but not enough to stay. No, please don't go! You always took care of your hands. How could you break them like you did? Like a bug on a window. Is that what you wanted to be? A moment's pause? All you see is madness. Nobody can show you the method. No please, wait, no! So I remember you in lyric, recycled soul reborn as ink from a desperate pen. Is that what you wanted to be? Just a topic of mine? Oh, I dream of your soul, I wish you could know that we grew up so well. Oh, you didn't know. You didn't know that soon you'd be okay. Echoing bellows, so slow like gallows. Is that what you wanted to be? A still life's pose? A photograph? A story told? A friend I had?
