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Lost in Time

by Kevin Costa

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1.
Lost 04:18
Don't let it get you down, 'cause I'm around
2.
Take me back to Florida Take me back to Florida Picture yourself: eighteen Through all the life you’ve lived, still eighteen You are flying from Florida You do not live in Florida You grew up right here Doesn’t matter where here is, it’s not there She used to live down the street Years ago, she lived down the street She now lives in Florida She’s growing up in Florida You are flying from Florida You will never come back to Florida You are now twenty-two What a short life: twenty-two You can now drive a car You have even been to bars Intercourse is now part of reality While innocence is now a fantasy Must’ve left in Florida I know she has it somewhere down in Florida I don’t plan to go back to Florida Still sometimes I think about Florida
3.
Lost in 02:17
How long does it take To put on a shirt When your mind is low And you feel below The number zero If we equal one I am not having fun I am not even done Putting one arm in I do not like my skin I wish I was a bit more thin
4.
I got the gasoline blues in my bones Driving me insane and all alone Gasoline blues, right down to my bones Well if someone don’t help me soon I’m gonna take the matter into my own It’s a stiff morning and the dream is dead Gotta shake myself out of bed Stiff morning, and something don’t feel right Turn on the car There’s the gasoline light I must admit, I wasn’t surprised Cause last night I took a joy ride What can you do when you’ve got depressive episodes? Well the city flows forever So I decided to hit the roads But now I’ve got the gasoline blues in the morn Find myself wanting to hit the horn I know I won’t, I don’t treat people with scorn Except for myself Wishing I wasn’t born At the pump with my wallet Do I got money? I just can’t call it Looks like I don’t, not even a little bit Paydays tomorrow So I guess I’ll risk it I’m late for work, traffic got me good Gotta clock in and take of my hood Put on the name tag, and don’t forget the hat Go to my post And my friend says “hey, are you feeling all that?” I say “no, I’ve got the gasoline blues in my bones Driving me insane and all alone Gasoline blues, right down to my bones And if someone don’t help me soon I’m gonna take the matter into my own” They look at me and then they smile They say “I’ve been feeling that way for miles and miles I dream about death: in the end we always kiss Well it sounds like you wanna die So what’s your plan to get to bliss?” “I’m gonna get in my car and observe the fact That with steal walls my mind can only get abstract Look out the window and admire my final sun Park in the garage And let the engine run “And let my gasoline blues take my away What is gone are only days” “Gasoline blues” my friend says “that is dark” Well we’re interrupted By the customers who begin to bark Clocked off at 2AM like I work at a brothel Drove down the highway with heavy eyes Just about then, I ran out of gasoline Well I knew that payday hit at 3AM So I had to wait Walked to the station with a canister Filled it up, brought it back Drove on home, tears made their barrage But I laughed in the driveway as I remembered I have no garage
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Lost in Time 19:23
Once these hills were young Once so was I In between the youth Of the hills and I Stood most of human life All of the forks and knives Soon will be lost in time One month ago These hills were fair and green Rain gave it life At least for a little while But now the sun has sucked it dry And soon a fire will burn it down And the plants will be lost in time Well I’m on a hike Through these yellow hills I’m out of shape It’s been a while And I’ve got a lot on my mind But I can’t remember very much So here’s to being lost in time: I’ve got a girl She’s good to me I’ve got a girl She’s mean to me When I turn around she stabs my back About face and she’s warm as the womb She will be lost in time I’m on my own I have always been When I’m feeling down I’ve got some friends But they will die just like me Who really can beat entropy? Who is not lost in time? So the universe Is expanding We are drifting apart Everything makes less and less sense And here is my document An interpretation of the event And hello to the ones who have found me lost in time

about

If you let me I could talk about this record forever.

Lost in Time is the most personal and vulnerable I've ever allowed my outward self to be. [KIVA EDIT: that last sentence is no longer true lol see Hamstring Pop] It doesn't exactly tell an overarching story, but captures exactly who I was at the time and what was obsessively running through my mind.

I wrote the first track in March of 2019. It's almost a kind of bridge between the songwriting style of the EPs and this album. Structurally it is more music than singing, and the lyrics are extremely minimalist - that's the EPs there. The opening instrumental also resembles the eerie atmosphere of Heart Attack, but instead of bursting into a disturbing cry for help it resolves peacefully and quietly. What then follows is the vulnerable but somehow uplifting mood that dominates the rest of the album, the sort of "I'm sad, you're sad, let's be sad together."

Somewhere around that time I knew I wanted the album to be called Lost in Time even though I did not have the title track yet. I imagined the songs would be much shorter though, and that combined together the track list would form a short poem.

In April I was focused on finally getting the cover for Heart Attack and releasing the EPs. In late April though, that's when I wrote the long Gasoline Blues. At first I was nervous, because I felt I didn't have it in me to play the blues - I was afraid sounding like an impostor. But then I went ahead and wrote stanza two and three, and after that I knew almost exactly where the song was going. It took a couple days to write. I believe it was the first and only time I utilized the skills I picked up from screenwriting in songwriting.

A couple days after that I wrote Without Florida. I either don't have much to say or too much to say on the subject, so I'll keep it concise: it was something that was on my mind for a very long time.

Just a couple days into May, right after releasing Green Food, something catastrophic happened in my life. I can't go into detail, but it's what lead me to write Lost in Time: because of what happened, I went out hiking to try and clear my head - there was so many things running through my mind. What I tried to recreate on the title track was how I felt that day on that hike. The first three stanzas set the scene of the hike, the middle of the song represents all I can't put down into words, and the last three stanzas capture some of the stuff that I was thinking about. It took two to three weeks to write.

Unceremoniously, the last song I wrote was Lost in. I wanted a transition song after Florida and for it to kind of set up the "out in the real world" atmosphere of Gasoline, so the song is just about putting on a shirt; more specific, it touches on how hard it is to do anything when the mind is so depressed, even something as menial as putting on a shirt. The music in that song is the oldest piece in my released discography. I wrote in high school, then dug it back out for this record and put lyrics on top of it.

With the album written I needed a cover. I did not want the album cover to be a bottleneck like it was for the EPs. So I went to my local library, opened up Microsoft Paint, and spent 40 minutes poking little holes into a black canvas. I ended up liking what I created. I looked at the date: the 21st of May. I decided then that the summer solstice exactly one month away would be a good day to drop it. Ok, one month to record and release.

I recorded it all in Nina's closet while our relationship was falling apart. I tried recording elsewhere, including outside at a park for the title track, but the closet fit best. For that reason alone, I feel the record is a time capsule.

I feel like some themes in the album go beyond the lyrics. At least to me, what I hear in the whole record is the anxieties of never being noticed, that all my efforts in life will be lost in time but never found in the first place. I could go on and on - not because I think this LP is some perfect thing, but because it is so personal to me - but I'll sum it up like this: to me, this record is the feeling of sitting in a room so quiet that the sounds of routers and computer fans and other sounds in our modern world seem to rise in volume and become a symphony to our worried thoughts. At least we're all in this together. Hello to the ones who have found me lost in time.

[KIVA EDIT: I made some slight edits today on 7/23/2023. It's my day off. I might as well say two things while I'm around this page: the version of Gasoline Blues you hear here is not the original recording from that one month I recorded, but is actually a redo I did in January of 2020. It was a conflicted thing, because even in that month while I was going through an musical (and entire) crisis and I knew already my next project was Hamstring Pop with it's full production sound - even then I was looking back and wanting to make changes on work I already accomplished. To be fair, the redo is for sure a better take. Refer to the original take on the Lost in Time video I have on my YouTube channel, Kiva Da Costa. The second thing I have to say is that all these long write ups I wrote from Heart Attack to Booger were all written around March or April of 2020 I believe. The crisis I just mentioned of course extended and became amplified at that time, and while my mind was racing towards the future and a lot of change, I was obsessively looking back at everything and interpreting what I could still relate to. In a way, I think the write ups were a way of me expelling all those thoughts. Like I'm reading the write ups now for the first in a long time (again I'm becoming interested in my old work) and I'm like huh I forgot about that lol the thoughts had left my brain for a while. Anyway love u xoxo KIVA OUT]

credits

released June 21, 2019

I'd like to thank:

Nina once more. For everything good and bad.

Shirley, for letting me into your home for a brief time in May.

My best friend Michael. I'm sorry for bringing my guitar down to your place on your birthday and I played to myself while everyone else played board games, but I had so much on my cloudy mind. I ended up writing the instrumental section of the title track that night.

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