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Ambition
03:38
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There are no rules and no one’s counting the score
You aim for number one you’re gonna end up number four
And when you get so used to losing you can’t lose anymore
There’s nothing left to do except a boot through the door
This ambition’s gonna kill me for sure
There are no rules and no one’s counting the score
And I don’t know how to take it, everyday is a chore
When no amount of liquor’s ever filling your cup
Everybody else’s wins are proof you’re never enough
She says baby I’m not feeling so hot
And I say you’re plenty warm and this is all that we’ve got
When we’re bashing all our skulls up against a brick wall
In a world that won’t remember we existed at all
Well, this ambition’s gonna kill me
When I get there, I’ll be empty
Where is there, I cannot see it
Nothing ever satisfies and nothing ever works
So commiserate with me and show your grief
Even if you have to do it with beared teeth
I’ll open up to you and you to me
And maybe we can find a place to sleep
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i regret to inform you
the calls are coming from inside the house
it’ll take ten minutes
until then i’m sure there’s no way out
i wish the best for you and your sisters
oh sorry are they in there too
i knew you girls had such potential
shame to see it go so soon
do you have any tripwires
or hammers you can hang above the doors
i’m sorry, just wondering
nothing he wouldn’t have seen before
with how many more he’s done before you
i wasn’t supposed to tell you that
nothing to lose, it makes us honest
now lay out the welcome mat
accept your fate
like the stone in the river that washes away with the tide
it’s too late
nothing worse than the hubris of not knowing when it’s your time
i’m sure you came
to me trying to get help thinking i’d only see the one side
so take my advice:
lay down and die
just lay down and die
with all of your friends gone,
who’d really notice if you didn’t try?
I’m sure there’s a few
But you could finally prove
You were nothing more than a waste of their time
So just lay down and die
Lay down and die
Lay down and die
Lay down and die
Lay down and die
Lay down and die
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3. |
Speed Metal
04:02
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There was some talk of our torrid affairs
But we’re too far gone to care
After my third joint and eighteenth Heineken
Wearing leather in the sweltering heat
The rats infest the street after
It warms up enough for us all to live
I know I could be doing more
But I could be doing less
I’ll blow it all down at the poolhall
Spend my money like I spent my innocence
When we go out, we listen to Slayer
And when we go home, we listen to Willie and Merle
I wish this summer could go on forever
At that place that plays speed metal
There was some talk that every world must end
We’re too far gone to mend
And now the stocks will crash and the sky will turn blood red
We will get drunk with every final cent
They choke up after rent
Until we’re too turned on and violent to comprehend
Oh no
Just what’s going on?
It’s the teenage fantasy of us v them
I know
There’s so much left to go
And the 8-ball hasn’t sunk just yet
When we go out, we listen to Slayer
And when we go home, we listen to Willie and Merle
Barely going but we’re going on together
At that place that plays speed metal
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4. |
The Mall
04:31
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Thought about you walking home in the light rain
A hundred million hormones rattling my brain
When did we last speak anyway?
September 22nd after a chem class
We traded numbers and sat out on the dead grass
I wonder what are you doing Friday?
Cause I had big plans for fifteen
But I ended up all on my own
I don’t know if you knew but it’s my birthday
If you wanna
Humiliation
Misplaced lust
Low low prices
On the brands you trust
Whatever you want baby
We got it all
Age old wisdom
Haute couture
Waiting for a
Ride at the door
And that’s where I’ll be baby
Down at the mall
Waiting by myself at the mall (x4)
Walk past the stores I’ve spent my whole life with
Was this always here or was I just dreaming?
Are the kiosks all closing?
As the hours pass the music plays louder
George Michael echoing until it gets dour
In the company of the mannequins
You could have sent a text back
I could have backup planned just in case
I’ll call my mom and tell her my friends went home early
I can see Pandora
I can see Céline
I can see the products
That I could get
I can hear what’s coming
Radiohead
And I don’t like it
No, not one bit
How can I dig my
Self out of this trap
That I built with pride,
Before the day I snap
And I’m trapped forever
In the bathroom walls
Screaming please come help me
Waiting by myself at the mall
Waiting by myself at the mall (x4)
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5. |
It's Already Too Late
02:53
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Tree branches forming neurons overhead
We've been given this sacred light to protect
We give mouth-to-mouth just to keep it alive
It works for an hour or two at a time
You twist the knife, you twist the fate
I have no time now left to wait
These kids get younger most every day
And I don't understand half the shit that they say
There's no room
Left for debate
My time is gone
It's already too late
I wonder if I could have done it better
Had my will been iron, had my aim been true
I've failed at everything I ever did
At everything I ever tried to do
But I'm honest, to be honest,
All I ever really wanted
Was a moment where I could become great for you
But now all I do
Is ruminate
My time is gone
And it's already too late
Your time never came
Because you never learned how to ask
For what you want, you'd just wait
And it worked
Til you grew up and looked around
And found that every bridge was burnt
Your whole life
Ends up played back refracted
In the eyes of your lonely wife
She sees inside
And can pinpoint the day when that
Part of you finally died
The part that tried
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6. |
Tetsuo aka Venus I
00:58
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7. |
Moon in Cancer
02:57
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pink sky and the drunken dancers
let the stars align and let the moon in cancer
wash away and then metastasize
to let our limits show that we’re alive
plastic lawnchairs and mugs we made
into the firewood and ashtrays
a dozen limbs in extreme love
oil for the bikes, paper for the tongues
we all knew where it was going
and it was healthy for no one
we could all foresee
the eviction notice and the bottle of whiskey
falling asleep in the bath
on a cold september night
and hang your head in shame
live in fear of your good catholic name
(good catholic name
good catholic name
good catholic name
good catholic name)
we all want elation
we all want to die
we would all do anything
to keep the scene alive
oh i want your pills
whichever ones you got
give what’s left to the teens
whoever’s first to knock
writing resumes and ripping bongs
at noon in july, oh i wished i was
i wished was someone who could have taken it on
i wished for anything but what i was
jazz band rehearses noon til dawn
cacophony of squeaks and honks
deteriorating mental states
already fragile and about to break
oh but it was heavenly
oh you wouldn’t understand
you’ve never really loved until
you’ve found the ones who you let
see you in your lowest state
crying on the kitchen floor
writing your will
(writing your will
writing your will
writing your will)
i can’t believe we made it
we shouldn’t have survived
i don’t wanna go back
but i’m glad we tried
oh to push the limits
oh to make it worse
for everyone around me
now i bear that curse
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8. |
My Dowry Is High
03:40
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you grew up in a part of town
where you looked up and where they looked down
you wondered “what is wrong with me”
and they would agree
there’s something off and something strange and something queer
how did you get past the gates
tell me what you’re doing here
so you took all the advice they gave you
and you put on a new self
but there’s no use in posturing cause
they can always smell
so why do you try
all the small things will belie
it’s social suicide
it’s a joke
went on too long
and now it’s gone
sweet petit-bourgeois
you developed an exquisite taste
mastered every bit of etiquette they gave
fed them all the shit they crave
oh you were stylish you were learned you were cool
but soon you’re flat broke, no one cares you went to school
so wipe off all your bon mot pretence
all that i see is resent
cause when once you start to scale that climb
you find there’s no rungs, only heads
so why do you try
all the small things will belie
it’s social suicide
it’s a joke
went on too long
and now it’s gone
sweet petit-bourgeois
come down in the muck
and join the ones who really love you
when the temperature’s right
i’m sure at one of those good schools they taught you
there’s a difference ‘tween the good and the nice
so go out and make your debut on the promenade
and try not to compulsively lie
or say anything like
“my dowry is high”
so why do you try
why do you try
why do you try
so why do you try
all the small things will belie
it’s social suicide
it’s a joke that went on long
and now it’s gone
sweet petit-bourgeois
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9. |
Amygdala
02:20
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my mother was a mountain lion
curled up in the bushes ready to strike
and i was born to worship her
at the altar of amygdala
i will build a community
who have the same struggles as me
together we will bend the knee
at the alter of amygdala
my mother isn’t real
my mother has no life
outside the bushes
outside my mind
but what if she isn’t
what can we do
what will we do
we’ll curl and hide i guess
how did our forgiveness give us such a mess?
i could sleep for two weeks
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why am i still doing this
self-aggreived and narcissistic schtick
built a home inside a tar pit
now i don’t have to leave if i ever did
the path that they sold me
is the path that i bought
play at home with your toys
til you’ve lived a life for nought
look at you now,
you’re breaking down in a costco parking lot
but life goes on if you’re famous or not
crave your attention til i start to feel exposed
praying for the day i break and settle in the pressure pose
praying for the light to show the things that no one knows
but knowing the exact face that i’ll make the day you go
seeing all the reaping makes it hard to want to sow
but if i must go on then so too must the show
the sunk costs are too deep to not still seek those things i sought
but life goes on if you’re famous or not
i will love you
even if our dreams can’t come true
Magda: (There are no rules and no one’s counting the score
You aim for number one you’re gonna end up number four
And when you get so used to losing you can’t lose anymore
There’s nothing left to do except a boot through the door
She says baby I’m not feeling so hot
And I say you’re plenty warm and this is all that we’ve got
When we’re bashing all our skulls up against a brick wall
In a world that won’t remember we existed at all)
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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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