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Snuck Right Up
04:25
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Snuck Right Up
There is no use in trying to find cause you just did
You snuck right up from behind and now I'm it
Since we're not playing tag or games like that at all
There is no sense in assigning roles before we start
I've got my heart
You've got your heart too
What if we parted
What if I never knew you
Well I know we'd get by on our own
You can get good at being alone
But I love that I get what I get when I get it from you
You played your set from the rooftop as we climbed up
The crowd of people there with us could not get enough
So we all sang along as we tried not to fall off the roof
And only after the cops had arrived did we all come down
I've got my heart
You've got your heart too
What if we parted
What if I never knew you
Well I know we'd get by on our own
You can get good at being alone
But I love that I get what I get when I get it from you
Under the lamplight in the backyard, knelt down in the grass
I thought of all of the questions I thought I would ask
I sang you a song by your brother that I knew
I forgot all the words but you helped me find a few
I've got my heart
You've got your heart too
What if we parted
What if I never knew you
Well I know we'd get by on our own
You can get good at being alone
But I love that I get what I get when I get it from you
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2. |
Airtight; No Sunlight
03:51
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Airtight; No Sunlight
I grew up inside your mind
Bucket seats behind your eyes
Unquestioned direction was in my feet
I was raised by your machine
Educated by your tv
I never doubted your right and wrong
Our place in this world
Fingers touch my nose
Fingers touch my hair
I cannot work these things when I'm numb and unprepared
These are not my hands
This is not my skin
Does this not feel like someone else we're in
In the classrooms and on the streets
In the textbooks and on tv
These clips were loaded for the public eye
The cops get paid to do what they're told
The state has roots in capital
Capital has interests in itself
The bottom line
Fingers touch my nose
Fingers touch my hair
I cannot work these things when I'm numb and unprepared
These are not my hands
This is not my skin
Does this not feel like someone else we're in
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3. |
Break Down These Blues
04:32
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Break Down These Blues
All of your raw materials
Have suffered the hands of this day
Exhausting your staple stockpiles
So we dog-eared its corners
And put away this day
It's not like you've been well prepared for this
Despite all the jobs that you've had
It's not like the lessons you're learning
Could ever draw upon the lessons
That you've learned from your past
The wars waged against you are ongoing
One day we know this one will end
It's just hard knowing from the beginning
That no matter your muster
It's a war you won't win
So who's got the gospel for a man in these shoes
He'll need ten million choirs here to break down these blues
You've gotta break down these blues
You've gotta break down these blues
So who's got the bottle of mercy
Who's got the water that warms
A few drops in a downpour go unnoticed
Lets me stare it in the eye and put away this storm
Lets me stare it in the eye and put away this storm
Lets me stare it in the eye and put away this storm
Lets me stare it in the eye and put away this storm
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4. |
Telephone Wire
04:14
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Telephone Wire
This burn in my belly, this ache in my chest
Cause I can't see your face when we talk
I can't hold you hand or put mine on your back
I can't follow your lips if I watched
I can't see your brows rise and fall with you shoulders
And I can't see that look in your eye
I cannot match the appropriate response
To the tone of the telephone wire
Last night on the phone we were both in our bedrooms
To discredit the two provinces between us
Thought if we put our heads together they might actually touch
Let them rework their maps if they must
But we both felt the distance every bump in the track
One thousand one hundred and eleven miles
Against the cold hard plastic, the inanimate touch
And the tone of the telephone wire
Any clarifications or misunderstandings
Or any what did you mean by that
These emotional oil spills have no sense of timing
I felt dirty and tired and wet
You're left with a film that you cannot scrape off your skin
Even if your body subsides
You just gotta get in it and soak for a while
It's the burn of the telephone wire
You just gotta get in it and soak for a while
It's the burn of the telephone wire
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5. |
Funeral Song
04:06
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Funeral Song
When I decide to die or whenever
All the folks that I fouled figure it's my time
To pack up all my things and move across the line
And get reacquainted with the dirt
So you can toss me in a hole in the ground or whatever
You can light me on fire and throw me in the river
Just don't prop me in some coffin so some preacher can deliver
Some uninspired words from the book
When I die don't call no preacher
And if I die I won't call one either
Leaving these words in all of the mouths
Of all of the people
People who can speak for themselves
And are much better suited on this particular day
To say a few words about an old friend
In their particular way
When I decide to die or whenever
All the people that I love decide to let me go
Get out of the church and bring it back home
It's much more comfortable there
To bring out a case of wine or whatever
Cause the keg's pretty cheap if you brew the beer yourself
Sittin' in the kitchen all the stories that we'll tell
Singing up a storm oh you really give it hell
Cause the person who just died spent their whole life living
And hell's just a figure out speech
We don't need nobody else here acting like their dead
Cause you'll all get your turn one day
When I die don't call no preacher
And if I die I won't call one either
Leaving these words in all of the mouths
Of all of the people
People who can speak for themselves
And are much better suited on this particular day
To say a few words about an old friend
In their particular way
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6. |
Winterbreath
03:40
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Winterbreath
Must have taken a great stampede
With a thousand pounding march feet
All part of an infantry
Who were dying to lose their soul to the enemy
Just to cary out plans passed down
To sustain the winterbreath ground cover
Wool blankets hold hostage
The sun the light and all the colours
A mist to moisten your tongue and cheek
A film to cover your eyes with me
A place where ocean and sky once met
Draw blank draw a blank there's nothing left
Cause I'd rather be long extinct
With my eggs thrown across conquered beach
Feed the tourist fossil fuel
Preserve the memories of you
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7. |
Body Maps
05:46
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Body Maps
This will prove a beautiful night
Though I'm somewhat concerned of the morning light
What it brings with it when it brings to light
Outdated maps of my body
Of course the rain came down
What could I expect my last night in town
With the people I most needed now
I was grateful that they were on tour
Followed the tracks back home
Mounted my bicycle after the show
To the train bridge where I used to go
To think, to pee outside, and to talk to myself
I threw my bike in the shed
I ran through the shower without leaving my head
Though I wanted out, changed my clothes instead
Threw on something I could feel good in for a while
We listened and we each to a grip
I fit my whole body between her fingers and her hip
There were four of us in my bed we fit
But two of us made it through morning
4:45 came about
The doorbell rang but not too loud
When my folks arrived I just slipped out
Waking only those who I thought might like to meet might parents
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8. |
Two Hinges
06:04
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Two Hinges
This hole, this soaking skin, this mop
Wet hair caught in your eyes, your windsheild wipers
Slapping time but moving slow
But moving slow
This clock, this time machine, this watch
This measurement of trips around the sun
And times that I have seen the moon
I've seen the moon
This phone, this metronome, this click click
This user of words sorts through the alphabet
To find in their a voice
In there a voice
This bed, this resting head, this graph
This place from where I map out on my window
Times that I have seen the moon
I've seen the moon
Probably it won't be long
I don't see this dragging on too much
Probably it wont be long
I don't see this dragging on too much
Cause all this waiting is making me tired
Oh all this waiting is making me tired
You're here, you're on this floor, standing
You just walked through that whole in my wall
Yes two hinges on a piece of door
A piece of door
This chance, this randomness, this math
This disorder and chaos
This particular spacing of molecules
Of molecules
Probably it won't be long
I don't see this dragging on too much
Probably it wont be long
I don't see this dragging on too much
Cause all this waiting is making me tired
Yeah all this waiting is making me tired
Yeah all this waiting is making me tired
Oh all this waiting
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9. |
Picture Cards
05:28
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Picture Cards
Draw picture cards that make you believe
In things like the past telling stories that bleed
Onto the page in not so many words
What's that you say about not being hurt
Painted eyes on the back of your head
It's not your fault your beauty has fled
Most of your thoughts make forts in your hair
Imperfectly woven with the cold winter air
Silently kept for moments that find
Lover heartbeats leaving footprints behind
Most of them gasp having already crept
Past your clavicle to the back of your neck
What if the years running by were old friends
Would they stop into see you now and again
It's not the guilt that rots in your bones
It's all those friends that forget to call home
Calling your bluff in not so many words
What's that you say about not being hurt
I know there's something I don't understand
One day I know I'll return to the land
Maybe the dirt in some farmer's field
Food for the wheat or the automobile
Breaking down, starting up
One trip through this world seems like more than enough
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10. |
This Evening
03:50
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This Evening
This evening, this evening the kitchen fell still
With gravity pulling eyelids against their will
With foreheads on tables and legs up on hills
Of the armrests and the laundry piles laying there still
This even this evening they awoke to the thud
Of my foot tapping gently to the rhythm of the cups
Sitting in for the ashtrays and picking up butts
By the light of a candle burning, drowning in its own blood
This evening this evening the dead lay around
This dog and this guitar out making their sounds
Like wasted composers, their notes hit the ground
As they fall back to sleep with the dead all around
As they fall back to sleep with the dead all around
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With Tape and Purposeful Hats
Hold your head up in the corner
Keep your roots deep in the ground
Just because those clouds inspire poets
It doesn't mean your body's heaven bound
The room I walk through is slowly sinking
The walls are wet and rot with mold
There is no kingdom not subject to this
There's only so long any brick can hold
Though this world too complex for good an evil
Despite how well it plays out on a stage
I don't need no fear of god inside me
To have compassionate and loving ways
I don't think that god made this for you and me
I don't think that god exists at all
But since we're two flies stuck in a jar let's talk about it
Better that than have our backs up against the wall
Don't base all of your arguments on the bible
Ain't it so that every good book has its day
Won't you please acknowledge that life goes on all around you
There more to reference than what your prophets say
Though this world too complex for good an evil
Despite how well it plays out on a stage
I don't need no fear of god inside me
To have compassionate and loving ways
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12. |
Yes, I Mean All Of It
05:02
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Yes, I Mean All Of It
Hard earned, was it worth the fight
Quick breath, flickering light
Small room on the ocean floor
The walls are taking water
And the furnace fire's o'er
The old desk, the leather chair
Clock face sees you waiting there
The calm before the storm
Oh don't we get right down to dying
The very moment we're born
This country, each one of us
This land that lies under us
This city, this neighbourhood
Progress is understood
Lay down the tracks and roll out wielding guns
We felonized the bodies of the people we took this from
Homeland reclamation site
Farmland to city lights
Crown land colonized
There's no other word for occupation that fits quite right
There's no other word for occupation that fits quite right
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