1. |
A Great Song
01:25
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Has my drinking improved since I last saw you
Or have I reddened like an old star
And fallen like a drunk sun
Was it obvious when I was young
I was always leave things undone?
Shall I copy a great song
Written for someone who was loved
And written by someone who isn't me
Or shall I try to believe to just be real, just be me?
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2. |
The Black Lights
01:14
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The black lights around the eyes
The bells, the chimes, and the crimes
I've pocked packed knives and cones
I'm driving out while you're driving alone
And it's alright, they're on our side!
The wooden skull, the foreign girl
The slow we couldn't stand to wait
She wrote the words I couldn't say
I'm driving out while you're driving in
And it's alright, we're on their side!
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3. |
No Longer The Scout
01:09
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When the river froze we felt the heavy drag
Smoking out the guns and the stolen radio
And I'm no longer the scout
The winter girls are long, they promised to return
My sleeves are red and torn
As always I was wrong
And I'm no longer the scout
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4. |
The Twin Tone Market
01:46
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As low as the wayward, ones that are cold as
The last of the crows in the snow
The dark and the favourite, the twin tone market
The ones holding books about home
And leave before it all begins to feel
A hardening outlook, recorded on cassette
The first track is always the same
The twin tone market, a repeating circuit
The ones holding books in flames
And leave before it all begins to feel
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5. |
Old Projectors
01:36
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Bring out the old projectors, the reels they haven't returned
Professors release the archive and history tumbles again
There are faces of girls on the wall
A quick drink before you tell it all
No more silent thoughts, murmurs in the dark
A last look I'll forget anyway
With nothing left to say
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6. |
Burnt Photographs
01:13
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It's time to travel again
The old return never felt that right
And you keep moving slower
In a different city
We might find the time
There's a line drawing out the dark traps
With broken arms and burnt photographs
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The Navigation Arrows
02:06
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A low sun on the old house where the rangers used to work
The airmen always aiming through the mountains to the coast
Lost a few but of course you knew, still learning and leaning too far
A map of the path, a nap on the grass, are they still out in the land?
Navigation arrows, I don't want this anymore
Point them down
All of the times in the abandoned mine with the rush of the jets above
Losing my way like I'm losing a grade, are they still hoping to land?
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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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