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Doesn't Matter
03:24
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Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter to me
You can have it, go and be free
I don’t want it, want it at all
You can have it, have it all
Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter to me
You can take it, whatever you want
I don’t need it, need it at all
It doesn’t matter, matter to me
Your mind was colonized
By old morals and material style
Ready to fight
You thought you were sentimental
But your heart had gone brittle
Heart had gone brittle
So what’s the damage now?
You heard a rumour
That they’d take it all somehow
Your heavy-handedness
It’s all a bunch of trinkets, trinkets and fire
They won’t keep him alive
You thought you were sentimental
But your heart had gone brittle
Heart had gone brittle
So what’s the damage now?
Bleeding hearts
They take it all somehow
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Old Songs
03:33
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Sitting in a circle, they’re calling out names
Delusions of grandeur, fantasies of fame
Oh how long, the list of things they don’t want you to know
Tell me how it feels to star in your own show
You said
I don’t need anything, no I’m even immune to infection
Tell me where to go and I’ll take you in another direction
I don’t need anyone, but I’m hoping that you won’t mention
The best way to figure me out is to pay me no attention
Now you’re in the middle, now they’re calling you
The thrill of the moment, feels like terror too
A string of words come out, but none of them are true
Tell me how it feels to be a boogaloo
You said
One day, you will find a way
To form the words your mind won’t let you say
A bell will ring and it will all be clear
And you will finally admit your greatest fear
And this is what you’ll say
Oh, I hope you see right through me, through this terrible facade
I hope you see I’m nervous
I don’t want to lose control, oh and I hope to God that this won’t mean
That we’re gonna lose the war
You don’t want to lose your crown
But if you keep it we’ll all drown
So won’t you please, won’t you please just put it down
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Haven’t seen much of your face lately
That’s alright love, we’ve both been busy
You pick me up and you greet me ‘hey baby’
Don’t bat an eye that I’m dressed like a lady
You put your arm around me as we roll into town
Kiss me on the cheek and flash that easy smile
You get me going and the night’s just started
I’m feeling ready for the party at the ice cream shoppe
Party at the ice cream shoppe
Many flavours tempt you hot
Dreamy, creamy, caramel sorbet
Minty, mocha, strawberry flambé
You’ve got an ease with the crowd as you make your way over to me
With our drinks, and I think the whole town’s in the room
The sweat drips down our faces, the DJ cranks the tunes
We cheers to Pam who's just moved back again
I live for nights like this, when no one talks politics
Shoulders sway side to side and we all feel ok
Give me your hand I’ll hold you near and pass the time
Close your eyes, feel that high, it’s party at the ice cream shoppe
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4. |
Silver Flowers
03:10
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Every piece is obvious
The script is sticky now
It’s being flipped until
It spins out of control
And lands back on the side
Of which it started
So long ago
The beast of all the hype
Is getting hungry now
For all your stories
And the sadness that you shroud
It siphons from a pool
Of all things out of bounds
Homogenizing and then flashing
Its opulent wealth
Dreams evaporate, the smell of diesel burns
Hold your lovers close, the beast won't wait its turn
Why do you pay so dear
It’s hard to see, through the foggy night
Chances are, it's just a vision
Hold the edge, shake it off
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5. |
Hey Stoppage
03:51
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Hey wreckage, wait awhile
Dark waters, subtle smile
For the waves, goodbye
In the galley, weighted eyes
Now grief, how long
Hear a nameless, forgotten song
So brief, it breaks the night
Off like a bandit, faster than life
Hey poet, pour a line
Breathe out, a weary sigh
Neglected ghosts, now home
Wearing shelter, bare bones
Hey stoppage, stay awhile
We all came here, please smile
Still time to see, hey eye?
Hey death, ancient thing
Slow build, the gifts you bring
Hey blocks, hey stack
Build it up, carry it back
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6. |
Learning to Fall
04:05
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He’s got a mind of his own
No convincing your boy of what’s right or what’s wrong
He’s gonna find his way
If you can trust, and let him go
We must feel the weight of water pulling us down
Before finding the will to swim and not to drown
And what would it do?
If you held him close to your chest
Would it buffer the fall?
Can you take all the hurt, no you can’t, no you can’t, no no
Out of the yard, and into it all
Head over heels, he’s learning to fall
Reckless, brave, stupid, wise
Fuck it’s hard to realize
It’s nobody’s fault, he’s learning to fall
Learning to fall
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Nomenclature
03:53
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Tell me what you need and we'll be just fine
We can have it all but I can't read your mind
As I came in from the storm last night
I found you in the kitchen wearing sad, wet eyes
Reached out to hold you but you pulled away
You wanted something different, but you wouldn’t say
I saw you struggle with words and names
Wanting to be seen even through the pain
I tried to say, what I thought you'd like to hear
“You're doing great, there's no reason to fear”
Identity became an elephant, a tome
Thought that I could help, if I built us a home
Wanted connection, but you couldn’t ask
Thought you wanted poetry, but you needed cash
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8. |
Black Crow
03:46
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When you came into this world, the odds were stacked real high
Your family was fractured, then, they sold you for a line
Rolling your eyes around inside your head - didn’t bring an escape
Pathological lies don’t crack the pearly gates
Don’t woo me with your speech on truth, or try to bring it home by playing it couth
Because oh, we can see it anyhow
You grew up in the emptiness out under the blazing sun
Sweeping out the compound while, you were still so young
Your Dad’s pet crow pecked aimlessly at the yard
You asked me for some help to restring that old guitar
(For) every story bought and sold, one of yours will never be told
But oh, I can hear it now
It floats in on the breeze
The forces that exerted themselves on you were out of your control
When you were just a little kid, that shit began to take its toll
Just hold the good, high in your mind, and it’ll call out to what you’re trying to find
And get you, away from here
The desert has a wash, you tried to follow it out
But it spoke to you in riddles
You just want a friend to go, fishin’ with at the hole
But you can’t get past the black crow
Black crow
Black crow
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9. |
Retrospective
03:34
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In the town where you fell into that existential hole
Now shackled to the stone of mem'ry
Coming “home” feels like drawing in the sand as the tide rises
And mirrors only show you the smoke
Inhale while you still can, oooh
The shifting narrative
It’s written now it’s retrospective
The gentle breeze, blows right through
Concept of self
From the town where you fell into that existential dread
Vitality had pulled you far away
Coming home, sense of place, eroded; heart-broken nights
Now breathless at the edge of meaning
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10. |
Pick up the Phone
03:30
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Pick up the phone
To hear your voice
And you hit me with the news
My heart is pounding
Hands tremble
But I have nothing to say
What do we do now
From our ends of this broken world?
The silence holds for far too long
As the tears stream down my sullen face
I can’t care for you now
You can’t care for me
It’s been a year
Without you here
And it’s starting to feel fine
I walk the streets
North of Rachel
Just to clear my mind
Why does the east Plateau
Remind me so much of you
Peu importe the time of day
Your face just floods my memory
All we need is
Time to heal from
These days we’ve shared
Please don’t call
I need these steps to
Fade away
Pick up the phone
To hear your voice
And you hit me with the news
My heart is pounding
Hands tremble
But I have nothing to say
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Great Sorrows
02:58
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Phantoms make light shows
Ignoring the sound
Of homeless convictions
Now dancing in your house
Unfolding the secret
Turns out to be
Persona non grata
A lost memory
Out of the flame
And into the fire
We, we marked our names out
On the funeral pyre
Over the threshold
And into the rain
I, I thought I’d never
Feel true comfort again
Cast out from common understandings
Senseless sensing
Meaning disintegrates
When you step, too close to the wind
For the creation of meaning, we will carry on
And carry great sorrows in the bosom of our chests / heart of our hearts
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12. |
Going Away Party
04:26
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Hey there
Hey there, wait a minute
Stay there
Stay there, just a minute
You should
You should come by later
I’ve got things of yours
And this might be the last time
Guess what I am trying to say
I’m going away
I’m going away
Ah-ooh
Hey man, remember when we took your mom’s van
Drove out late October
Back then we could choose our own way off the highway
Now it never seems that way
So I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’ve got the urge to go
I’ve been told its a phase
I’ve been told it’s a phase
Since back in seventh grade
It doesn’t seem that way
I’m starting to look gray
I’m done with sticking ‘round
Till they put me in the ground
It doesn’t matter where
I know I have to go
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’ve got the urge to go
I’ve got the urge to go
I’m going away
I’m going away
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Loon Town Whitehorse, Yukon
Loon Town is a Canadian 4-piece synth-rock band. From somewhere between Montreal, Whitehorse and Kitchener, it's music to dance to, relax to, drive to; across wide open spaces, from one side of the continent to the other.
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