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Viscera
01:10
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2. |
Orgy
03:32
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There's an orgy in the temple
As we watched Rome burn
And my only regret
Is I didn't get my turn
But life's full of surprises
New love could spring up from the ash
There's a fistfight in the basement
Knocking cups to the floor
I think there's been an affair
I think they're settling score
But by the end of the night
We'll all know we deserved more
And all my favourite records
Hanging high up on their shelf
In springtime's muddy waters
New ones will emerge from the muck
I'll build a thousand gaudy statues of myself
When they come crashing down
Try my best to build it back up
There were boys in football jerseys
They were playing in the rain
We were just fourteen
I didn't care for the game
But with their hair slicked down
Know I felt some ecstatic array
It's every new thing all at once
It's all so bittersweet
When the goddess comes to visit,
You only notice when she leaves
When January's cold and you're low on wheat
And the chills through your bones
And the aches in your teeth
It happened once,
Could happen again
In the place with the cheap PA
And the smell of the stale cigarettes
And the out-of-tune drums
And the singer's drunk
And you know everybody
But you can't help but stay silent
And linger and sulk
So save your sacred language
For your therapist, you chump
Don't know how to stay quiet
Why can't I just shut the fuck up?
Sit still and aimless maybe six or seven months
It doesn't work, I tried it
Better off just trying my luck
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3. |
Failed Artists
03:15
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Failed artists are the cruelest people you'll ever meet
If you look hard enough, there's one on every street
You can tell by sunken eyes and the smell of defeat
Failed artists hide in caves, avoid eye contact
Cruel as a rule, they tend to hunt in packs
They say they need their pain reflected back
So spread the spite around, my friend
Fuck up every order, spit on every plate
Commit time theft until they finally say
Wow, I really guess you deserved something better
We'll laugh and we'll laugh in our hearts
We know that they're wrong
Failed artists always try to set up backup plans
But every chance they get fails to meet their high demands
It's not roaring stadiums and adoring fans
Failed artists stole all your booze the last time you came over
You wonder why while you grew up they seem to just get older
You pray a silent prayer that they're just slower
So spread the spite around, my friend
Put on your makeup, hit roll on the tape
Like some dead broke Dorian Grey
Pray it'll age in your place
This fucked up ghost of you
Howling and screaming and throwing plates at the walls
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4. |
Somewhere
03:52
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Nowhere people in nowhere towns
Find nowhere dreams in nowhere sounds
But you and me
Ain't down for count just yet
Nowhere scenes with nowhere stars
Blast nowhere hits from nowhere cars
But you and me ain't one-hit wonders yet
Let's go away for a little while
Leave the destination up to fate
Charm our way past the terminal
Sell the return tickets at the gate
There must be somewhere out there for us,
This life is gonna break us
Gotta run instead of hide
There must be somewhere out there for us
You only hit rock bottom
Digging further down inside
Nowhere jobs kill nowhere minds
And nowhere drugs kill nowhere time
But you and me, we've wasted time enough
Seems like just a year ago
That I was fragile and alone
We've got it in us now to call the bluff
Safest arms,
The unassuming
Angel come to guide the soothing
Oh, but what a mess when we first met
Time is fast
And eager passing
Now we've got it all together to
Wipe the slate clean and forget
There must be somewhere out there for us
You can always change the city
You can always change yourself
There must be somewhere out there for us
This place put nothing in us
And we need the nothing out
(nothing out x8)
Make up places in my mind
Like all the time, like all the time
Find new ways to set things right
Like all the time, all the time
Find new ways to stay alive
All the time, all the time
Before we just lay down and die
Must be somewhere out there for us
And in just about ten months
When the new school term starts up
Maybe we won't feel so fucked
But if we still do feel so fucked
At least, it'll be in a new way
In a new way
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5. |
Dima
02:48
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Bash your father's head in
Take the money, hit the road
Young hearts must expand or they'll explode
Faithless lover
I hope by the dawn she knows
Just how far you let this go
Twelve bottles of champagne,
One bullet in your gun,
Tip the driver well
And never see the sun
Become the subject of
Great local rumour
And disappear at once
Goodnight, my love
She's staying in a mansion
Far off in the woods
The last place you will wake
Then gone for good
She's entertaining servicemen
Of every code and stripe
They're nothing but a threat
To your good time
The words, the words
Come stumbling out
In a snicker of a secret
That it's hopeless to reroute
And you're pretty sure
That no one knows
What you're talking about
When one of several servicemen
Casts a gaze in doubt
A fight breaks out among the soldiers,
But in the morning light
Your love brings you aside
Though you're still estranged
She says she loves you
Through concealed delight
You still must say goodnight
Goodnight x4
When they brought you in,
You knew that life was still worth living
They sent you to a labour camp
For twenty years
For a crime
That pretty soon
You'd learn you'd not committed
You still took on your sentence with no tears
And I am drunk and in the doorway
Of my old apartment
The year is 2020
I'm facing down a sentence of my own
We will face up to our failures
Or we will be alone
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6. |
Cicadas
05:38
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Laid off again
Might be broke for three months,
Maybe six months
Maybe ten
Might be homeless again
Crashing all the usual couches
Testing the patience of your friends
You can't explain
Why it happened
It just seemed as though
He didn't like your face
At your next interview,
Prying eyes of your prospectives
Give the same dark look he gave you
You might have nothing at all
But you're well-connected
With your fellow travellers
Of the shopping mall
And you know where he eats
Every day he gets a milkshake
At the food court Dairy Queen
And a cook with nothing to lose
Just got cut back down to part-time
And just got evicted too
You pass him something white
And tell him,
"Oreo, two pm,
Chubby guy with a bowtie"
And today you’re on a bus
To a town you could afford
And by tomorrow torches, pitchforks
No one loves you anymore
There’s a special place in Hell
For cowards just like you
A good man would use a knife
A good man would run him through
And did it even work?
Because you’ll never really know
Maybe the cook thought it was coke
Maybe he put it up his nose
Maybe you killed your friend by accident
Maybe his mother’s crying now
Maybe she has poison too
Maybe she’s hunting you down
And when you’re broke in the one town, you’re broke in the next
You really thought you could escape yourself
But that anger’s always there now
Always digging its way out
At the new friends that you make in the new town
The few and far between
They can always smell a secret
Your hands will never be clean
On a summer night they find you
Children laugh as they pull you away
As cicadas float on by
You choke on bitter tears forever
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7. |
Waiting...
04:58
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What happened to the wineglass
That you sat with in the dawn?
What happened to the morning?
What happened, now it's gone,
What happened to the future
And what happened to the truth
It's all gone down the drain now
What happened to your youth?
What happened to the Perrier
You drank out on the porch?
At your first apartment,
The first one you could afford?
And the job that you could keep
At the little grocery store
When the whole thing came apart
And they don't need you anymore
There's no choice left now but to ride it out
You know all the beats this time around
So when you fail again,
I'll be here to sell you drugs
When you move back to your mom's
I'll be here to pick you up
Once you finally convince yourself
Once it starts, it doesn't stop
You just keep waiting, waiting, waiting
For the other shoe to drop
Yeah
What happened to your decency?
What happened to your trust?
Remember in September
Wrote a song called Oslo/Rust
Before it went away inside his eyes
And it hurt too much to see you
Remember all the parties
That would go on to the sun
Blasting Semisonic
To the drifters and the drunks
You said it was ironic
But you always cried when he would sing
That whenever one door opens
Another one is closing
So when you fail again,
I'll be here to sell you drugs
When you move back to your mom's
I'll be here to pick you up
Once you've finally convinced yourself
Once it starts it doesn't stop
You just keep waiting, waiting, waiting
For the other shoe to drop
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I still remember you
With a future
With an open heart, bright eyes
No mask to hide behind
I still remember you
With a purpose
With a dream and a reason
And the world always on your side
I still remember you
As a little kid
Always willing to fight
Always cheering for the good guy
I still remember you
With a promise
That you'd never let yourself
Get jaded by hard times
Do you remember
Do you remember
Do you remember you? (x2)
Because I do
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Like a star come down to walk the Earth in radiant array
I saw the light of my spirit descend the other day
I was standing the bus stop on North East 33rd
When I got the word
I will be made a new creature
I don't have to be afraid
Speed that day on it's way
And you can't tell me what my spirit tells me isn't true, can you?
Woke up on lockdown one more time
My visions won't ever learn
But I see the light that much clearer
Forge my armor in the old fire
My spirit sings loud and clear
Even in here
I'll be reborn someday, someday
If I wait long enough
I don't have to be afraid
I don't wanna be afraid
And you can't tell me what my spirit tells me isn't true, can you?
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9. |
Explode
03:47
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Come silent,
Unspoken
Like oxygen
Come open
And welcome
Offering gifts
Of safety
Of comfort
The knowledge that you can protect me
Of ease and
Convenience
Hiding away from the process
How the sausage
Gets made and
Dig your head in the sand til the end
It’s in the zone
It’s too late and
Then it stops
Fuck it all, explode
You’ll be glad you did
Just rip open the wound
You can pull it all apart
Rip the melting world away
You’re a work of art
Baby you’re a work of art
Start aching
Start tensing
Head meet wall
At such heavy cost
You’d think it’d be cool
Short shrift
Rents raise
Start looking at people with envy
Say sorry
For nothing
For existence inside of a body
No culture
No tears and
No place for those living in fear it’s
Repression
Repression
Then it stops
Oh my god,
I’ve been living my whole life
On someone else’s plans
And on someone else’s time
What if my life was mine?
What if my life was mine?
Oh my fucking god,
I’ve been living my whole life
On someone else’s plans
And on someone else’s time
What if my life was mine?
What if my life was mine?
Fuck it all, explode
You’ll be glad you did
Just rip open the wound
You can pull it all apart
Rip the melting world away
You’re a work of art
Baby you’re a work of art
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10. |
Utopia
01:47
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Ravine Angel Calgary, Alberta
aoife makes solo music under this name
and previously as model trains (modeltrains.bandcamp.com)
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