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We Had Museums
02:28
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I lost my history with you
I don't remember every year
I want the courage to fade away
I have a memory of a train
I have some things I'd like to change
I've wasted years on forgotten tracks
I thought I'd die always looking back
And you said I would and I knew I would
I'm fucked by the thought that I'm fucked that I'm gone
You were born while falling years ago
And died while following me through the snow
I was a worker and now I'm old
We had cotton fields and soft sloped hills
We had museums that were always filled
I was a worker and now I'm old
I thought I'd die always looking back
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2. |
Karluk
02:25
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He shoots me down on the beach
Pushes me into the water
Leaving me low with no provisions
Once I thought we were good friends
I think of us now as bookends
White dogs gather like gravestones
I was pulled from a hole in the snow
A shipwreck camp on an ice floe
Once I thought there were hands to lend
I think of them now as frayed ends
I carried myself over ice leads
I said I'd make it but never believed
A frozen stove, no kerosene
Once I thought of horizons
I think of them now as lands ends
This island has no defined shoreline
I'm going blind in white light
I'm sure there'll be no search parties
Once I thought I'd be home again
I think of now the end
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3. |
The Sport
02:48
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The ghosts of moments and lost stars
The last waves of the surf
An early morning drive
A way to see you without time
A still life framed in motion
Stay in the dark
Watch the film unfold
And talk about reasons when there are none
And talk about airports and your travel is no different than mine
The parallel lines, the speed and the sport
They change every time
There are towns here lower than last year
Stay in the light
Watch the day unfold
And think of the distances that we have seen
Think about motion and your travel is no different than mine
A station inside, the darkening sport
They change every time
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4. |
Engine Parts
03:28
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The torn frame of an airplane
A heavy landing
Leave a country alone
Without a hold and so cold
And the devil has placed arrows
Where I have not
That was a sweet mystery
But this is murder
I don't care what happens to you
The darker driver is on the loose
Lost in open space
Found through reflectors aimed lightly
A new constellation on the ground
We call it engine parts
I don't care what happens to you
The darker driver is on the loose
The darker driver will make it through
The darker driver remains
The engine flew apart not far away
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Let's split out and over
The popular land rovers
Are heading out along the path
We're heading out, it'll never last
The lower broken river
The population shivered
And the hunt has just begun
Summer burns out the hearts of everyone
A deeper torch tonight
And a lonesome mountain slowing down
Let's split out the timber
I'll probably never remember
My head hung from another month
Another hunt for another opening
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6. |
Model Train Makers
02:48
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He was still on the shore
With a face shattered in glass
All the time we were wasting
All the times we were wild
They were burning out lights
While the engineers were asleep
All the model train makers
And all the wilderness that we need
All the crimes we were facing
All the times we were wild
She was hanging her hands
High off the workers home
All the hope we've been building
All the hope that's been thrown
All the minds we were been losing
All the times we were wild
And now it's been decided
And we're all going away
And we'd rather just be still now
We'd all rather be still now
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7. |
National Dark Parks
03:13
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The national dark parks
The workers here are lost
I'm on another team
The trails are faster
I remember last year
I'm blackening the snow
And burning out the ones who break away
The golden guns, the blood, the rope, the days
And death to the ones below
The new science centre
The old repeating winter
The slowest coldest shot
The perimeter still tries
To get the balance right
And memory like a knife
And turning out the ones with low display
The golden suns, the hands, the heavy face
And death to the ones below
And death to the ones I know
The national dark parks
No distance to the frost
I'm blackening the snow
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No Museums: A homemade hybrid of creaking pop and basement rock, using an array of textural devices and hummed
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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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