No North Star
Roadhouse VersionA country/roadhouse reinterpretation by the band's alter ego, Throughput Mojo, off the EP Bottleneck Saloon. Cold beer, bad decisions, so many avoidable regrets.
// LYRICS — same words, different bar
[Intro] Compass spins. Signal gone. Everybody local. Nobody wrong. [Verse 1] Every team has a map of their hallway Every hallway has a locked door Every door has a metric on it Nobody knows what the building's for We optimized the smallest square Made it perfect, made it fair Then wondered why the whole machine Dragged its heart through gasoline [Pre-Chorus] In the vacuum of intent Every local truth gets bent When the future is not named The nearest fire gets the flame [Chorus] No north star No signal, no map Every local win tightens the trap No north star No line through the dark We built the maze and called it an arc In the vacuum of intent We pick a direction And call it smart [Verse 2] Top-down silence, bottom-up noise Everyone busy with clever toys A thousand arrows, none aligned All good answers, wrong design What has to be true? Nobody said So the urgent came and made its bed [Bridge] Name the bet Name the scar Name the reason Name the star [Final Chorus] No north star No signal, no map Every local win tightens the trap No north star No line through the dark We built the maze and called it an arc In the vacuum of intent We pick a direction And call it smart