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Aurora Borealis
03:07
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All my life / I been a wild bore / Not really run down / It’s just a fashion I wore / So, was I born to love? / Or did I get the wrong heart? / ‘Cause it's a gluttonous heart / That finds its gluttony hard. / I spent some days / Getting strung out in a haze / Hating every sound I heard / And hating every word. / All my life / Said I been a wild bore / I was acting as a badass / Badly till my body got sore / You need somebody to make you feel happy, don’t you? / I’ll do nothing, babe, but bring you down. / The house is cold / And you’re getting kind of old / Thinkin’ of sex and death all day / ‘Cause you're just an animal. / I still can’t see / How we ever agreed / To allow the law to live / With our dedicated love. / You need someone to make you unhappy, don’t you? / Baby, don't ask me to satisfy your mistakes. / Up, up, up and down / End up in the ground. / Such a scandalous / Love is dangerous. / I was so dumb, I dared to discover / That you would have the messenger shot. / Taught you songs your body’d forgotten, / Baby, the music has stopped. / Need somebody to make you feel happy. / All my life I been a wild bore. / Need somebody to make you unhappy. / All my life I been a wild bore. / All my life, all all my life. / All all my li-i-i-i-i-ife. / All my life, my la la la life. / All my life I been a wild bore.
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Scram!
03:58
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Get your head up off your knees / Keying chords and courting keys / What you reading? What you read? / A lady’s bleeding in her bed / That’s alright, that’s okay / Sister, sing a happy song / Wrecking septums all night long / Feeling great, things are fine / And the septet’s sounding nice / At the gates of paradise / Scram / Tenure’s certain, curtains drawn / Tremendous hurting, when you’re gone / Got no patience, for the locally famous / CanCon can’t con me. / That’s alright, that’s okay / Shady poets in the shade / Slaves approach in a parade. / Grow your lies, man / to mobilize, man. / With the heaving of her breast, her depression is expressed / Scram! / Sound’s getting darker / Drowning out a murder / Herd happiness prevails / Try to be one of those people / For whom all is lost. / Meet at the harbour / Hide in the water / Whisper in the waves / Wash ourselves in secret / And clean our hearts. / Mummy, get thee to a / Summary. / Fooling her healer / Fades whenever I feel her / And she's drunk in Pieria, o my god! / Settle for a numb / Eternity. / Dummies are creeping / Through the annals you’re keeping / They don't have any meaning, o my god!
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I am a Fire
04:33
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Watch your step / Wrapped in awful sex / Separate yourself / From several hells. / Fun fun fun / She’s got frozen gums. / In his unsung name / She buried her face / I am a black hole, am sort of bad, yeah / But well-intentioned / Dancin’ to the racket of the rabble in Damascus / It’s true / We’re some Pinocchios / That’s a broken nose / Who knows where the time goes? / And who knows why? / I’m a fire / I am a fire. / I’m a fire / I’m a fire. That’s some succulent pose / Suck on flattering prose / Man, fat with disease, fattened with ease / Vanishing into your dumb vanity / Of vanities, / All is vanity / Famished, desperate hands / Seizing wretch, your reaching cease / I am a white rock, am under dead feet / But they're unfeeling / Laughing at the stupid slaughter of suitors / It ruled! / We’re in some Wonderland / That’s a swollen hand / Who knows where our old cares / Are aging at? / I’m a fire / I am a fire / I’m a fire / I’m a fire / With a million tongues / Burning everyone / Ba ba ba ba (etc.) / I am a fire. Goddamn, I am a fire!
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Done
04:12
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I’m done, I’m done / With your fucking around. / Done with the lies / You’re uttering now. / Done, I'm done / And I’m missing your face. / Fake though it was / I loved it as fake. / You party animal, / You’re put down / Two gates, two gates / Made of ivory and horn / The animals rose / And tore them apart / HaShem’s the Name / Purging names from His lists / Stained from his blotter, / Straining, in fits. / Black milk and blood / Blacken in the fire. / Broke off our desires / Who’s left to mock us / Other than mockingbirds? / These are our works / We are the worst. / These are our works. / Too sick to love me / Head in the toilet / Cheque’s in the mail and / Waiting to come, my art / Made up of phoney / Funny and bitter / Recriminations, puns – / I’m out of touch with myself / Eat your heart out / When you’re starting out. / Don’t try to reach me, man, I ain’t going / Taking the primrose path to your home / I asked it to last, an unhappy accident. / These are our works / We are the worst. / These are our works. / Bored, I was reborn / Back in the Renaissance / Travel through time / Till it terminates, o my heart / Is too phoney / Funny and bitter / To get her to find me / Fun, oh god, I don't care, I'm done
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Rulers Rope
04:38
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Who kissed a bad kid? / You did, you did / Who kissed a bad kid? / Basked in his heart? / Who used a dumb one? / Done with discovery. / Who used a dumb one? / Done with his heart. / Tell the kids I'm leaving soon / Leave it till the afternoon. / Never mind your company. / Blaming your regrets on me. / Blame the dead, they never speak. / Yeah, yeah, yeah. / I’m sick, we’re sorry, You're stuck / Miming out the minutes / Hot mess. Submission. Get down / Dancing on the rulers’ rope / Who held a bad kid? / You did, you did / Who held a bad kid / Bored to be born? / What silly bastard – / Last year’s discovery – / What silly bastard / Asked to be born? / Dowse yourself in self-control / Tones to sell you back your soul / Grass is green until it's seen. / See the people seem unclean! / Cling to lives that just can't dream. / Yeah, yeah, yeah. / You're well. Who isn't? That's great / Our age is the orphanage / Now, dumb children, don't talk / Shaking on the ruler's rope. / You're spent, so fall on your sword. / Man or urban animal? / (Just) sex, don't sweat it. Hot damn! / Dead and on a ruler's rope. / Who kissed a bad kid? / You did, you did / Who kissed a bad kid? / Basked in his heart? / Whose execution? / Dead, your discovery. / Strung up, he shut up, / Done with his heart.
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Mash Notes
02:07
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Cursed / And getting worse / The wedding hearse / Herds the dead to their honeymoon / Cursed / The stars are crossed / Threshold’s crossed / Lovers entering the afterlife / Death / It don’t impress / An old distress / And you don’t trust it / To treasure you / (Fuck off.) / Alright / The nectar’s ripe / Get good and tight / The sun is bright, it’s too bright to live / Love / It made you blush / It made you rush / To, weeping, escape the jaws of it / No! / Le coeur a ses / Raisons que la / Raison ne connait / Point / (That was French, now play guitar, you fuck.)
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Crooks
03:19
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Lady, I think too little of you, / No, I don’t want to think. / Give me time to get rid of my mind’s / Forgotten melodies. / This is the street; that was the night / A former life / We foreign pair surviving / Paralyzed / Wasn’t spared surviving that, it’s not right / But I don’t care about it / You’re not nice / When you hold me like a knife / We were so misunderstood / Crooks in crooked wood / It’s all good / We should fight. / Finally deafening our sight. / Eyes eying the clouds / Sighs are getting loud / Set aside, it’s alright. / I’m so glad I came, am here, / And will be here a while. / Turned herself into Tyrian ash / And mad it made me smile. / What will you prove in dying slow / And child like? / High on a pyre, in duties / Dido-like / You will lose and burn what you haven’t earned. / Don’t want to hear it though. / Stand a chance / We inherit circumstance / I hear context will create / As appropriate / And that's us. Yeah-a-yeah. / Well, Heaven’s real / In that Heaven's helped you heal / In that the universe’s size / Helps to minimize / Our lives. / Grew up quick / Growing up will make you sick / To be good or better blessed / Bet I could get her undressed / Oh, taught life to live, life lives in loving. / Let me be / Someone’s happy memory / I so don’t know what I’m doing / Doing it for you / Don’t know why... / It was nice / It was really, really nice / But the complications won / Our complication’s done / It was fun.
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The Way She Loves You
03:37
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I don't care anymore how you're sleeping. / Seeping self to be heard. / Hurting time with your head up. / Had enough as a bird. / I was vivisecting my spirit, / Cutting the bad pieces out. / Intact again, I felt awesome / Attacking a tottering house. / And you said: / Hey there!, little rabbit / Cut your legs off, See if your luck improves. / You're being used. / White widow, weeping willow, / With her whispers, rot retarded hearts / You’re really smart / Listen to the things that you believed / Isn’t it a joke what you believed / Once that door has shut with no ifs ands or buts / But if there's a chance, you’ll let her in again / This is the way she loves you. / Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. / Goddamn this / False apposition / Bad vibes and bloodlines / But lies to live by too / What can you do? / Goddamn this / Shit intuition / In it to win it / So give me a minute, my friend / The minute’ll end / We did it again / This is the way she loves you / Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah.
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Youth & All
04:03
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I got this guitar / It made me learn how to talk / But taught to say nothing / Stuck with the words that I got / With my head and my heart / A hole I dug on a whim. / Mindless decision / Thoughtful indifference. / That's alright, how's my consolation? / Call up with that information. / Eighth notes are great / For laughing at all your mistakes. / Take my youth and all, end everything / Open riddle of my heartache / All the nurturing / I'd give to the world / I was young, I was clever. / Give my love to – whoever. / I cannot protect / Everyone I love. / This is called living / Lips on the lip of a cup. / I got this guitar / And we learned how to shut up. / Ghosts are unreal / Ghosts are whatever we said. / Whatever’s haunting me’s / Clearly in my head. / That’s alright, we’re like so amazing. / Don't need confirmation. / Take my youth and all, end everything. / Learn to count, count your blessings. / Be resolved by nature / Into your parts. / Drag my body into the water. / Enjoy a rotten man's daughter. / Silly hopes of youngsters / Breaking my heart.
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Charlie Records Toronto, Ontario
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