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Shipwrecks From Now On
01:21
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There'll be only shipwrecks from now on
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The Killer Whale
02:44
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Phantoms brother, are you killing time
Will you let it float for days
Is it the thunder that's causing these waves
Or rather the silence and its delay?
And what is this dark cloud
The shape beneath the skin
The phantom smiles back at me
Just like the killer whale
And what is this rainstorm
The ship behind the sail
The phantom smiles back at me
Just like the killer whale
Can you tell the weather
Long before the signs
Long before I've noticed
Is this a move for action
Or movement with design
Or rather just the turning of the tide?
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3. |
The Frozen Left Bank
02:33
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The contacts, the frozen left bank
The messages came in on soundtrack
The western light cracks the engine tank
Did they just walk away?
No room left to run, this is burned on tape
The traps opened up far too late
The western hum, the explosion recedes
Did they just walk away?
Is it hard to be read, or art to be lost?
The lines will not cross when everything counts
The western coast, no room to live
Did they just walk away?
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4. |
An Education
02:28
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Darken the downside
Those pale blue eyes
The old disguises, the old grey coat
They never reach the mountains
There's nothing really left to learn
I'm torn at the angles
It's enough to make them sick
Teach themselves right
An education locked up tight
Those aerodromes haven't all gone away
To annex the alleys
Carpets and carports
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5. |
Advancing The Fleet
02:20
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Defining the airplanes
Fade and delay
Dial up the cameras
References that change
Realigning the atlas
With the vapour trails
Transportation that happens
On disappearing rails
All we are is advancing the fleet
No direction or numbers
Remembering the fall
The runway cannot focus
With no horizon at all
Slowing down the targets
Fueling up the jets
The situation that happens
Computers forget
All we are is advancing the fleet
All we are is advancing and sometimes defending
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6. |
Now, As It Snows
03:01
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Line up the corners until we're cold
Line up the runners and lower the notes
The captain said, "It won't be over until we're dead"
Hold on and I'll give you a lift
I'm leaving now as it snows
Even before the rain came down
We were drawn out, we were tired and so we left
The latches have broke and they froze
There once was one I opened
I'm leaving now as it snows
The rush, the rumble, the fires we lit
The accidents and the things we hid
The captain said, "It's over, all over the field"
This time the escape routes are closed
I'm leaving now as it snows
I'm bleeding now and it shows
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The Hospital Library
01:47
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No more missing bones
Or arms that fall away
We have room for the darkness
Of blood and memory
No more missing bones
Working on the records
Of broken hearts and bones
I've read books on all the sad things that you know
Shelves lined with fingers
Like elves I have numbered
No more missing bones
Working on the records
Of broken hands and homes
I've read books on all the sad things that you know
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Airplanes on the books
Letters in foreign hands
A homemade consulate
Biography to learn
Fuck them up before we land
The telescopic flags
Designed to almost withstand
Designed in the dark
For any side we're on
Fuck them up before we land
They catalogue our charts
Coordinate the paths
We take before we break
The time left that we have
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9. |
Mausoleum
02:17
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The spectres swarm about our throats from the inside out
They bleed from the inside in
The strange state we're in
Do you wonder what could be done
Do you ever wonder what you've done?
Linger on, your mausoleum
The records that were broke
The grey brutal building codes
The need tools to keep you down
They bleed all around
Do you wonder what could be done
Do you ever wonder what we've done?
Linger on, your mausoleum
I've finally found some space
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10. |
Shipwrecks At The End
02:56
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The lighthouse keeper is lost at sea
There'll be no more safe harbourings
There'll be only shipwrecks at the end
They cannot blame this all on me
You sang so soft I fell asleep
There'll be only shipwrecks at the end
The sea no longer has time for me
I feel it's time for me to leave
There'll be only shipwrecks at the end
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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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