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Closely Watched Trains
01:17
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Out beyond the range
We've been moving towns again
Would you tell Holly that it's time to sleep
I brought some books but tonight
I prefer to just look
Out beyond the range
I'm counting miles and I'm counting stars
The dark blue hills don't seem as dark
I think it's almost dawn
Are we closely watched trains
Or does anyone even know that we're here?
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Heavy Houses
02:44
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A last race for the dark horse
And holding hands to see him off
There's little hope in leaving, and often times I remember
These tender folk have hardened
Like phantoms in heavy houses
Hanging bones at weddings
These timeless folk are breaking
And we will all lose our breath
As the waves of this town break
A last race almost frozen
Hand me the rope and I'll tie it off
Write this down, "Are you spoken for?"
Read it aloud as we reach the shore
At last we've found an ending
A slow design or a loss of time
A last race for the dark horse
Silent and soft and half asleep
Like knowing that it's drowning
Off the coast and broken.
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The Snow Blurred
02:01
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"The weather light is alright"
She told me as it started to snow
And the time is not always the same
The engines creaked as we hit top speed
The snow blurred and my fingers froze
When you land on the side of that old wooden fort
The fire in the place will have gone out
With the lights around the town
It's not the beach that I've seen in my dreams
Nor the stones that cuddle alone
Down by the scene where I view all that views me
I'm so finely tuned inside, radio gangs gather and die
And the time is not always the same
When you land on the side of that frozen submarine
The dolphins in the air will all dive
With the rain coming down
Down by the scene where I view all that views me.
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4. |
Hoping I'll Try Again
02:24
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We are investigating the time
A broken jaw lined up with the spine
A corner store with a beaded door
A movie house without encores
An extra key stored in a drawer
We are investigating the time
A broken finger draws a broken line
A hunting trip in the backyard
A memory of trying too hard
A sudden sense of everything that's gone
With all the knives sharpened
Here's hoping I will try again
With all the dials pointed
Here's hoping I will try again
We are investigating the time
A broken heart that wasn't mine
A smoke signal that's heading home
A love letter by telephone
A chance to join ends up alone.
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5. |
I Won't Mind
01:26
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If you fall asleep in my warm bed
Keep me awake with your dreaming head
I won't mind
If you wake up and I'm not there
And you think I'm away because I don't care
I don't care.
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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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