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The Surfers Leave
02:28
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And low are the hands, "Are they cold?"
Yes they're cold and they're still
The lamps that they use and the snow kept falling on the shore
The surfers leave as she continues to bleed
Like a word I could never spell
I was hoping to go and now I know I never will
He ordered them out, that's not what I'm about
And I'm still
I'm following orders, I have to desert her even more
The surfers leave as she continues to bleed
Like a wave upon a whale
I was hoping to go and now I know I never will
And low are the hands, "Are they cold?"
Yes they're cold and they're still
The water was red where they found her head by the shore
The surfers leave as she continues to bleed
Like dark against the pale
I was hoping to go and now I know I never will
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The long freeze of the afternoon
There wasn't time to write it down
There wasn't anyone around
The long freeze
I'm out on the road with the weight of the snow
The river that froze where you fell in
I'm certain that someone will notice you're gone
It won't be him
The long trees, the shadows that merge
There was no movement at all
There wasn't anyone to call
The long trees
I'm out on the road with the lightness of snow
The river that flows through a break in the cold
Nobody knows you're out there alone
Not even him
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3. |
The Sweater You Wear
02:55
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My blind horse likes the blue sky
In summertime he sleeps outside
Your old hands haven't shaken
While my old hands have moved a mile
The weather here won't keep you warm
What about me?
The trail I've found will cross the mountain
They brought their maps in case I'm wrong
How many times have I forgotten
How many times you sang along?
The sweater you wear won't keep you warm
What about me?
And it's not hard to be misleading
It's not hard to be alone
And it's not art that I believe in
When my art isn't even done
The further away won't keep you warm
What about me?
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4. |
In A Camper Van
02:05
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A winter dream, forward and heavy
Wolves stand by me with buffalo
White expanding, eyes locked in snow
The open cities, the lost bungalows
The camera shutters, the longer leaves
The ghosts stand through me, the ghosts will not believe
White expanding, I've locked my land
Exploring the country in a camper van
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5. |
The Abandoned Reel
02:50
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A finest film still in the dark
Past the age of recovering
Were the ghosts of light still in your head
The ghosts of stillness far behind?
The grand tour still in your head
The abandoned reel so far behind
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This Western Lift
01:34
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This western lift, navigation ships
Far off the coast, a time for hanging throats
Wish your surfers to the beach
Wish your captain to use her teeth
Wish your boys to never trip
Wish your compass to lend a tip
This western lift, lighting the palace on fire
Far off the coast, the tower owned the voice
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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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