1. |
The Low Explodes
01:40
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The northern nation, the low explodes
I've been looking for a way out
Everyone I've known is still ruining
The rough translation of following roads
There's no way I'd even think of staying
I've created a station where it never snows
I've got information nobody knows
And everyone I see is everyone I want to see
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2. |
My Twin Future
01:42
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My twin future, a fading solo sound
Keep on reversing, keep moving off on my own
And all that we know is changing again
Looking forward to the twin
My thin future, the sick old days inbetween
Another ice storm, another pale happening
And all that we know is changing again
Looking forward to the twin
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3. |
A Haunted Typewriter
01:55
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A haunted typewriter keeps on wording
Ghost marking ribbons when you're away
Dust on the keys you've deserted
Does it hurt you to write this way?
Long half-hearted endings
Ignoring the hands that are shaking
I reckon I'll show up in the morning
As you're reading the first page
I reckon I'll show up in the evening
As you're reading the final page
I thought once of writing
A book based only on letters never sent
I'm long past reading anything
I think we lost the plot and the words I forgot
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4. |
Hotel
02:01
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And I will wait for you at the hotel
But will the hotel have you back?
So long ago you told me you weren't well
Was it the year, the song, or maybe just the lack of
Anything left by the stove or the chair
Or the arms that will warm you up
The cameras and photos have promised each other to you
And when they speak of us as black eyes and bruises
Will you help me lie about the excuses?
So long ago I used pencils and letters
Now I'm drinking all the wine in the cellar
A movie, a book, a long instant and soft focused tear
A memory of stillness and sorrow and leaving it here
A history of nearness, a touch on my wrist from you
A sinister clearness, a message that you've missed me too
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5. |
This Feeling Has Flown
02:40
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I photograph the street
The wolves deliver me
And I feel it's far too late outside
To keep the isolation clean
See the silent lines
See the sunken eyes
And there's nothing but an architect
A storm and an old machine
Fields of ice on a winter plain
I'm reaching out for a new terrain
This feeling has flown but memory remains
I'm reaching out for a new terrain
The outlands are so distant here
We're foreigners at the old hotel
And there's a girl watching our every move
It's beginning to snow so we drive slow
She looks ahead with an open throat
I'm leaving this land before the windows close
Fuel the lights on a winter plain
I'm reaching out for a new terrain
This feeling has flown but memory remains
I'm reaching out for a new terrain
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6. |
Youth Club Is Over
02:55
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Stillness is gold, youth club is closing
It's starting to snow, red ribbon mountains
Silence will know, youth club is old
Release the final track, the right time will slow
The modern hearts, the minor chords
We'll turn them out, museum is dark
Sharp hands alone, youth club is closing
No bleeding will flow, take the bikes out late
Lightness has weight, youth club is old
The sounds recedes, we never fall asleep
Stillness is gold, youth club is over
The terrible times, not far behind
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7. |
Container Codes
02:06
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Left it all behind
Containers locked in code
What matters most, the motion
Too much on my mind
Containers locked in code
A film an old friend shot
What matters most, the motion
We're shipping out
Yeah, I know it's a drag
Nothing on my left, nothing left to burn
Ladders lost and low
Containers locked in code
What matters most, the motion
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8. |
Beatsongs
02:37
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The beatsongs were drawn out
In lengths I remember
The angles faded in
From years of exposure
The rust and the art
And the taxidermy masks
The journals we were burning
The past that kept returning
And all along we knew
Which side we were on
The darkest destroyer
The long lost beatsongs
The words and the language
The streetlights turned on
The messengers we sent out
Still have not returned yet
Past sirens in the valley
Dragnets framed to find you
The ones that kept on looking
Returning without knowing
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9. |
Delay
02:08
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The western lift still lost
Left without the chance to fight
Submarines and sad movies
Slow machines and openings
And everyone I knew
As old and tired as you
The memory threw arrows
While the engine remained
Red fingers still moving
Into the fade
We measure wounds by looking back
There is no other way
Red fingers still moving
Into the old delay
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10. |
Softer Seasons
02:01
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The mirrored head, the forward birds
The airplanes all hung like an open lung
The blood just stopped remembering
Conducting the lines, the hurt from inside
The breaking of the calm, the torch of the dawn
And the porch lights exploded with the sound of the alarm
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11. |
The Arsenal Verses
03:27
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We were the furthest recruits
Drawn from the frozen coast
I used to follow the tracks
Where nothing ever lasts
Pacific rainclouds turn
Tumbling mountains host
An arsenal of bee's wax
The echo of a splintered mast
The distance long but low
The hunt for someone you know
Following the tracks
The rumble of a mine collapsed
The provinces on my map
Full pages folded in half
An arsenal of returns
The interior small town burns
Death and the open sea
Stoned memories weave between
Ferries are cancelling
I didn't feel a thing
We were the finest recruits
Warm from the clear remote
I think I've lost the tracks
Nothing ever lasts
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No Museums Edmonton, Alberta
No Museums: A homemade hybrid of creaking pop and basement rock, using an array of textural devices and hummed
noise.
Echo boxes, delay pedals, soft distortion dynamics and guitars with buzzing strings. There is drift and there is direction. Enjoys the sounds of The Fall, Guided By Voices, Velvet Underground, Wedding Present, Television Personalities.
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