1. |
We Let Them Escape
01:26
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Laser and I would surely die
Should you ever see us like this
Out in the west, we were the hosts
Of another hard cast glow
That's all I know
Radar and I, should we fly
Would deliver the news of your life
And of last night, the places we crashed
Were not prepared for the actions
We'd make
The zebracreatures of gold
We let them escape
For I know there are brighter ways to unfold
Than all the ways I was told.
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2. |
A Town Like This
01:55
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No ghosts, no hearts, no words
No reason for the things you heard
And nothing will let us be seen
Light fires in the dark
Turn the ships away from land
And burn all the folk
The ones who turned up their coats
In a town like this you never spoke to anyone
A morning folds awake
You're still holding up
And your hands still won't let go
I try to shake it off
I choke on thoughts and cough
Are we really the only ones left in town?
The sinking ships still slightly smoke
In a town like this you never spoke to anyone.
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3. |
It's Snow, It's Dark
01:07
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The messenger horse is wounded
The letter never sent
We've been in this for far too long
"Push on," they wrote. "Get old"
I'd like to get myself back
The wagon broke a spoke
We cannot take you in
We won't see each other again
It's snow, it's dark, get out.
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4. |
Instrumental Film
00:44
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5. |
The United Corpse
01:47
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The united corpse will turn
Thrash about and burn
Tails of smoke behind
The united corpse is mine
Is this how it ends?
The united corpse can't fly
Heavy as I die
And my blood has turned to dust
The united corpse will rust
Is this how it ends?
The united corpse is gold
Happy yet growing old
Time to kill us all
The united corpse is gone.
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6. |
How I'll Go
03:06
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Pointed, sharpened and open
I'm ready to show
I'm reserved to go
Of course I'm reduced to having
Never once used force
I'm a liar and a thief
I know Charlotte how she thinks
She's in love with the porch swing
The rain was flooding the basement
Just before you went home for the night
I thought about taking a shovel
Some sand and some gravel
And locking you in
I thought of locking you out
I thought a hundred and one things
But couldn't decide on anything
I said goodnight as you left
Tell her that I'm hers, that's how I'll go
Lantern lit, hands shaking
The bridge has been closed
Since the rodeo
Left town when I was younger
Before Main Street was paved
I stole an umbrella for Jane.
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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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