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And in the end we took out our motorbikes
And the history we were asked to write
The future jets with flags overhead
They never listened to all the words we meant, just the words we said
And I could write another book
That wouldn't hurt as much
The bleeding just might stop
And in the last hour of extra time
I think I found all the length to hang
Tonight we swing
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The Mail Train
01:39
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I'm clearing snow off the tracks
I'm writing letters back home
Do the boys ever notice
How long you've been alone?
The station seems so far back
I'm nothing but a mountain range
I'm nothing but a broken promise
I'm nothing but a worried mind
There'll be no mail train this year
This valley used to have a clear path
The engine used to have some coal
I take warmth in the ashes
And the men who still have hope
I haven't spoken since the first snow
I haven't finished writing to you
Haven't lost track of lost time
I haven't told you the truth
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A special airplane recovers
Records lost at sea
From the other side
Fangs that once were teeth
Another highway frozen
The passengers fall asleep
The hidden camera is showing
That all I do is leave
We never reach the mountains
We never believe
And I am drawn towards what I've always wanted to be
Golden grey and black lights
Camping on the sea
Ghost hearts murmur
Words that mean nothing to me
And only sometimes will a trail of old friends start to form
Only sometimes when I'm really worn out will you ever let me be
A secret hand discovers
The longer sleeves
Are you listening
To fangs that once were teeth?
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The Frost Returned
01:53
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They photographed the house we roamed about
Across the parking lot and the frost returned
The abandoned words we once wrote about
We lost the throat to shout and the frost returned
I'm locked inside and loaded right
Thoughts are folded tight and the frost returned
There's room for more but the heavy door
Doesn't open like it did before
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Land Speed Record
01:50
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The land speed record was lost in the drive to the coast
All of the readers were tossed while heading to the poles
I've got the map out and arrows to mark out
I've sent the last words signalling flags
I've spent the days just waving them back
Arrows return, direction is wrong, and far too long
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Softly Away
02:20
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Speed away and catch the stillness, softly torn away
The broken hand is shaking slightly underneath the weight
They'll find you again
They'll find a way, slowly away, to you
They'll find a way, softly away, to you
Lost without the occupation, the flag turned white today
The finest fights are long behind you, how long we had to wait
To find you again
And they all watched the snow while the movie played
The girls open fire on the old brigade
The lines began to fade on the ranger's display
So softly they shot and softly they stayed
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Did you ever travel over time, beneath the wires and crows
Through knives and clocks too slow
Did you think of me long ago?
Did you ride about on bicycles and write of autumn's weaponry
Like stones are thrown in heavy streams
Did you think I'd soon be gone?
Did you try so hard and think too hard
About which road to drive
As you raced through the library
Did you think I'd let you know?
Did you land your mark upon the sun
Did you sing a song called chosen one
Did you know I'm feeling cold
Did you think of me long ago?
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The Artifact Is Nothing
01:48
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The artifact is nothing
The monument's not standing
The accolade's defeated
And the structure ain't completed
The treasure's turned to dust
The cave of gold is cursed
The valley's filled with rot
And the spring has suffered drought
The etching's lines are blurred
The fortune was never heard
This space is still for rent
And the evil won't repent
The bruise still gathers blood
The village sank with flood
This life is short and rough
And the art ain't art enough
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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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