1. |
I Am The Long Shore
01:03
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I am the long shore
A captured seaport
But I've got strong hands
I am the feedback
A mountain tree fort
But I've got no plans
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2. |
The Bell Horse
01:41
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Along came some bell horse
Gathered in song on the lead gate
We've been waiting so long
Now they're ringing near town
Let me buy some poems
How much are they worth?
I haven't really the courage
To stand up close to the horse
I was wrong to bring you so far
Away from where you belong
I heard we were close to the border
Now they're ringing through town
Let me start some things over
How much am I worth?
I'll follow that train of bell horse
A trail in a dusty verse
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3. |
Local Cold
02:27
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The minds below have hardened
They're only ice and snow
The outposts are friends that forget
The tundra, an empty home
The towns I left still drifting
The schools, the general store
The shipwrecks like memories sinking
The landscapes, the local cold
I'm leaving no smoking hands
The operation turned cold
The airport opens in low light
I awaken the last of the team
A rifle, a break, a headache
The old slow drag of my aim
The lightness carries the trackers
The weight of the local cold
The sickness in an ice storm
The hope like the past is thrown
I'm leaving no open wounds
The operation turned cold
I don't feel the same anymore
I'm leaving no living room
The operation turned cold
I'm leaving no written words
The operation turned cold
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4. |
A Rotten Summer
02:46
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Welcome to the bad neighbourhood
I did everything to be there
I tried living good
But the friends were wrong, the drinks were strong
The songs were long, I couldn't sing along
And you found a home in a good neighbourhood
Tried reading other words
And watching other birds
And the records they played made me want to stay
But the songs were long, I couldn't sing along
And you found a home in a good neighbourhood
I remember when the stars were dimmer
Filed in films of a rotten summer
Watching the houses burn
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5. |
The Things I Have Hidden
02:25
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Dark feelings grow, we know how it feels
To fall out of love, destinations revealed
Abandoned hopes, accomplished crimes
One girl smokes and shows me the stars
A broken down car with an engine apart
A trunk full of wood and body parts
We know how it feels to fall out of love
Electric lamps and fluttering moths
Dust on the windscreen, no station for miles
During the warm nights, everything dies
I paid for this suit with a bag full of cans
When left on my own I can be what I am
In the pond by the farm where nobody goes
The things I have hidden, nobody knows
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6. |
Charlotte Ray
01:42
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Charlotte Ray
We're still making the same mistakes
People say that we are strange
Charlotte Ray
An airplane over the house today
The captain's looking for your remains
Charlotte Ray
Since you went away
I've started watching the girls again
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7. |
Silver Boats
02:25
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When you burn all of the roads
And the towering old contacts explode
I'm the last in the light
So fast, so wrong, you were right
So slow, so low, we almost froze
And Caroline, serious smoke rings
Always still hoping
And the bend, like the bottle, will break
I'm lowering the cage over the lake
And row silver boats in the snow
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And when I think I've found it
The heavy and heavier gold
Then I reach and I lose it
This is the last time I'll ever be low
I leave home and it's over
The hope seems to always fade
The hope that I'll always find you
I remember when you did not show
We keep pulling the sleighs
Waiting for something to break
Some of them fell away
The wasteland of shipwrecks and burnt hands
The wonder went over my head
Promises made in the dark waves
The poems over radios played
We keep pulling the sleighs
Waiting for something to break
Some of them fell away
Some of us moved away
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9. |
This Station Is Here
03:21
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This station is here and so warm inside
The engines have stalled and dark birds return
The future head and the past remains
We're waiting here like ancient trains
I know what I'm doing this time
I know where I'm headed in time
This station is here and so clean inside
They lower the lights and begin to hide
I'm measuring the tide, I'm sinking the ships
And I'm the only one who remembers that song
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10. |
An Engine Submerged
01:45
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A view of ocean and earth
A terrainean coast
A rocky shoreline
A timberline near the sea
A wave towards the road
The old folk sleeping on snow
A whitecap reaching the grey sand
An engine submerged
A motorway drifting low
The young folk out in the cold
A death of me so alone
A view of ocean and earth
An engine submerged
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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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