1. |
The Lighter Age
02:33
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Drag out the drugs down a vintage path
Sound of the skull in abandoned parts
And one fine day won't end the winter
We found their flags still hoping to rise
We race towards a lighter age
And one fine day won't end the winter
And when it begins and ends
I've only known where we've been
We'll never be there again
Their deaths reveal no reason to stay
And hunt until there's nothing left to say
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2. |
Girls Carry Bombs
02:10
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No movement anymore
We tear up the same ground
The still life deceptions and slower drift lines
No announcements anymore
I don't think they're listening
Correction lines from other stations
The girls carry bombs in their letters
No movement anymore
Terror and the custom
Still life is closing in slow decline
They're hoping to bust us out
We're still in that house
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3. |
Western Teeth
02:28
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The western teeth are falling out of your head
When none of us speak the invisible lines creep
This fight is a mess with time on the floor
And the simple things we fought for aren't so simple anymore
This is an island that always knocks me out
The western beach, drifting camera like lead
We fail in our march as the rain starts to freeze
This night will not rest with time like before
And the simple things we slept for aren't so simple anymore
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4. |
New Facts Emerged
02:24
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New facts emerged and everything changed for a short while
But old facts remain and continue to stain us anyhow
It's ok
New facts emerged and let in the light for a short while
But all stars will fade and darken with age anyhow
It's ok, they will all die with you anyway
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5. |
February
02:17
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It happened once around the time that we were burning homes
February stones
February breaks
February cracks
February traps
The inspection split when the inspectors hit the fingers into place
February crows
February bones
February darkness
February flats
February globes
February spines
February ice floe
February maps
February stones
February breaks
February frightens
February aches
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6. |
Submarines Always Dive
02:02
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Another engine trembles down to the coast
Another western film that never ends
And airplanes keep on drifting to some other beach
One day they'll discover no one saw them leave
The submarines always dive before the summer hits the land
It's always dark, it's always late, we always move away
Whitecaps and white flags, currents formed and lost
A mountain in the distance, a motor revved and stalled
We always cover the same ground yet nothing ever is found
To sink and to breathe, this time it never ends
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7. |
Does It Even Float?
03:17
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In the smoking lake, the closing so slow
Repeating the same old break, launching codes on the road
They never thought of the ice, the land and the looping lights
Their ships still lean away, our targets barely strayed
Does it even float?
They said we'll never know
It's not time travel or trials, they were waiting all the while
It's not mine the watch that i keep, it's not mine the time that I leave
When the right ones leave
Losing the perfect match
And all that is left
Hands off what we can't reach
Let them burn just once, let them burn 10,000 times
And they'll never burn us again
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8. |
The Cranes Streaming
03:10
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Cranes streaming, red ribbon mountains
Signs of life in slower maps
The artful breaks and the wilder portraits
Hit all that is close
The point seeming to be sudden
It's the novel that rips my head
I am a version of nothing
A shoreline that can't be read
Avalanche where the land is numbered
Draw a fire and a winter sweater
The English fold down in future weather
And rest from the aches
I am a version of nothing
A timeline that can't be read
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9. |
If You Disappeared
02:37
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I would have remembered
If you were no longer here
There's nothing out there, or in
The glass has been shattered
And cleaned from the past
It's all in my hands, those stolen plans
And if we break it
We'll surely break it again
Have you forgotten
The last time I wrote
"I'll never do that again" again
And if we make it
We'll surely make it art
I never remember
And you're never here
To help disappear, again
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10. |
When I Was So High
03:14
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Surfing through dark lines
Will you be there when they die
Time travel suicide and never land
Racing in and out of sight
Will you be there when I'm likely
To slip from the angled light, and away
Oh you, when you were with me
We'd hide, never go outside
And we'd hope we'd never have to try
It all flew by when I was so high
Coming up fast from the beach
Will you be there with shaking hand
So cold in the pilot's head
The arrows bend
Drifting from the vantage of height
Will you be there in fading time
The furthest point is right after 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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