1. |
Best Friend's Dad
01:46
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we hear the news say
another venue's shuttering
windows to
a younger culture
as the king slumlord croaks:
"my wealth's in land
and not some queer punk rock show
or proper maintenance"
bring the pipelines
connect them to the mayor's ear
their condos
and hip replacements
bankrupt future last calls
how can the kids be heard
over gilded phones
and corporate stewardship?
i'm reluctantly aware
things can't stay
the same as they were
but rents exact
more cash in hand
how much more can we inflate
this demand
the bubble will burst
and wreck this state
our art in hand
it drowns with you
just try to point the finger
you want to point the finger, oh
the cure's with you
the cure's on you
i know you want to blame
the Donnelly's for killing sprees
but what's the last band
you caught play at the railway?
the tides are rising
to East Hastings island
Vancouver:
it drowns its venues
i am aging out of this
problem, stat
you say i look like your
best friend's dad
my art in hand
every guest list you beg on
pays no rent
but write out a scathing
review of the set
my heart in hand
just not for you
but i guess you'll do
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2. |
Paper Cuts
03:14
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well are you sitting down now, boy?
in my career know
i'm batting oh for two
can i offer a cliche?
life's tearing down around you
with every foothold
you used to trust ain't true
share the truth, or
show everyone a lie?
well are you listening now, boy?
your pain's a mirror
is my turn overdue?
if you'll take this thought in trust
what you saying now,
speaking of, boy?
if you can't make
what chance do i hold to?
are my odds too overwhelming?
it seems so simple
what other choice did we have
except love?
then everything gets tangled
we're left holding the gun
it's not your fault
it's not his fault
but what else can we do but talk?
we got the scars
guess that's a start
how every page we turn's
another paper cut to dodge
we kiss to heal the damage
taste of blood lingers
it seems so simple
what other choice did we have
except love?
then everything gets tangled
we're left holding the gun
it's not your fault
it's not my fault
so what else can we do but talk
every night?
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3. |
Hey! Listen!
01:59
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the way you say
"now baby you owe me"
is it ever gonna stop?
how is that fair?
then the pin drops
never's never ever
but if you call me, baby
you know i won't look back
but every time i swing away
you know i'm only trying to stay fair
you're coming on too strong
i can't tell what you're thinking, no!
(hey listen!)
i'm done leaving a new stage to let you on
so spare me (so spare me)
whatever thought comes in your head
(I don't think you're even listening
I'm just trying to speak my heart to you
I don't think you're even listening
I could have my pick of other guys
What makes you think you're some kind of prize?)
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4. |
Strangers
03:23
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how do you fool my body?
i struggle at the thought of another's touch
grey and purple colliding
the game is never won, call it all a wash
so let everybody laugh
you tune this broken heart strings
it's hard enough to share
the state of all our heart strings
take our time, it's relentless
it seems nobody else wants to make this work
if seven seasons don’t make a winner
our syndication rights will redeem all efforts
to make things right
you pull these broken heart strings
guess we could make it square
replace our broken heart strings
but when both of us collapse as strangers
i can see the naked truth
but you never gonna compete with wonder
i concede the game to youth
when the both of us collapse
you could stay 'till the weekend
i could stay 'till the weekend
if that's okay
we could keep to the weekend
every inch we cross
puts the future further
we’re running out of time
to play these broken heart strings
i'm losing to the math
counting those broken heart strings
it's never the time
to question our fall
into routine
pause: we try to kowtow
all the worst instincts we breath
but when the both of us relapse
forget these broken heart strings
it’s never gonna last so:
trade up these broken heart strings
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5. |
Belle v. Sebastian
02:08
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i told you how i feel
and it's not "no"
but what gains do "i do"
do on their own?
sing it too, my love
sing it too, my love
it's just a waste of time
a waste of time
just to fall in line
fall in line
sing it too, my love
sing it too, my love
that's just the way the song goes on
don't be simple
i can see right through
you're scared of committing to me
but that's the truth
sing it too, my love
sing it too, my love
it's just a waste of time
a waste of time
trying to make you mine
make you mine
here's a true story:
you'll never know what i gave up
to get you
just to waste your time
waste your time
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6. |
A Writer: a Liar
01:53
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and then you find the song’s about you
cherry pick all the pits
now the song's the agent
and i'm just a witness
'till you find yourself in LA
crushing up against the sun
bleaches memories
what is left is just a sketch
i could never draw a straight line
i could never trace your edge
(a writer: a liar)
hold me up in case i tumble
share the shape that exists only in my brain
all these tangents to explain
play the part a dozen times
nothing's automatic
struggles to convey these thoughts
how they tend to linger
push it through my fingers
translate what i hear to sound vibes
pick a colour for the mood
you can guess what's left in my mind
stumble into something cool?
how much of what i say is true?
(when i talk about you?)
how much is rhyme, how much is bitter parts?
(all the guys you had instead)
i'll never find the perfect view
sketch the chords up in my mind
how it's automatic
find the rhythm in the morning light
(with the guy i had instead)
trust the melody holds up
i could never draw a straight line
i could never trace your edge
(a writer: a liar)
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7. |
Message/Timing
01:44
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cutting your teeth
on a maiden trip across the sea
the wind breaks down our covers
you can only take the gusts head on
i typically
never think of what my future holds
you gain control of your roads
maybe it's my time to try
you take the stage
dreaming of a better day
the only thing you leave behind
is maybes
i guess someday
i'll understand the choice you made
the problem's not the message
it's the timing
still left to bring's
all the handshakes, hugs and long goodbyes
never thought this further
it's hard to see just where our story ends
we'll document
all we can until we meet next time
etched in neuro brain waves
or some vinyl that we'll never sell out of
our fate:
carry you around for miles
the problem's not the message
it's the timing
to this i’ll say
i promise you i'll never break
the problem's not the message
it's the timing
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8. |
You Know Me
01:58
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you can take this fucking day
the corporate line buys a riot's heart, my love
don't fall asleep in the sun
when all the marshals sit
and make the country's head of state wait up
you know i cheer, but my next trick awaits
it seems hard enough to breath
but what can i do to ease
the light and the dark between
i'll try to be there
but you know me
and all the blue could see
was the black line to write upon, uh oh
as if the cards solved the mystery link
but you're never gonna go
never gonna go
your eyes prick like an ice pick
what do you mean i'm dreaming?
you take this fucking day
the crowd cheers
as you walk away and go
let the bank floats commence!
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9. |
Yr Running
03:05
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a break from the bottle
we shuffle on home
and follow your veins
how much this cost
the people before?
to change all our schemas
to change on our own
i've paid all my dues!
how much i've lost
to interest on loans?
but then your peaks
enter my dreams
we'll write it off
underneath the street lights
we focus on snow
your static compels
how much i've learned
to love the unknown
but then your teeth
enter my dreams
to give this up…
you're running away
you seem so tired
for one more day
but if you're departing
and heading back home
please have no regrets
(how much I've loved)
we'll have no regrets
(how much I've loved)
and settle our lease
"i'm not ready to leave", you told me
"but this rent increase can't hold me
i'll give up on the rain for shelter
nature's doorstep does not welcome me"
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10. |
(God Damn) The Sea
03:07
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dragged west by life's demands
i gave my soul to New Scotland to keep
waves they make sure you're honest
against its might I broke my promise
god damn the sea!
my time with you, always hope it goes so slowly
yr change makes the homecoming lonely
five years out will you still belong to me?
your knots aren't made of much
there's nothing tied down strong enough
this wind can't free
the Pacific devised
a plan that would claim both my eyes
god damn the sea!
my time with you, always hope it goes so slowly
yr change makes the homecoming lonely
five years out will you still belong to me?
where are you
when I welcome rain?
where are you
when I dip my toes in English Bay?
time with you, always hope it goes so slowly
yr change makes the homecoming lonely
five years out will you still belong to me?
ten years out will you still exist to me?
time with you, always hope it goes so slowly
yr change makes the homecoming lonely
five years out will you still belong to me
or will you only live as a lie?
where are you
when I dip my toes in the Wreck sands?
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wild/kind Vancouver, British Columbia
Indie pop from Vancouver BC.
Trusted by dentists, and Dr. Mom.
johnny/guitar/vocals
justin/guitar
lindsay/bass
natalie/drums
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