1. |
The Burnt Heart Decay
02:06
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The landing caught me
Only stars and a broken railing
The night flashed slowly
And then turned away
I will haunt, I'll return to you
Campfire, torch lamp, hands
A mind of gold, a mind of warmth
Has turned away
The burnt heart decay
Blazed in red, I'm rusting blood
Autumn climbs in a lower sky
It was a black and frightening trip
I turn away
The burnt heart decay
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2. |
The Medical Flyers
02:40
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The medical flyers are down
A city sick
Of time to write a line which only ever breaks
Why can't you raise the flag?
The local birds are leaving
The lower ground
Rounds are positioning themselves to only ever break
Why can't the tiny arrows wait?
The medical flyers are down
Point the arrows, point the arrows away
Sinking the hospital ships
Fuck your captain
It's time for redesigning all of the shit
Why can't you ever see past it?
The medical flyers are down
Point your arrows, point your arrows at me
The horrible silence of sound
Drop the heartbeat, soften the murmurings
It's time for that death defying look
Why can't you ever see past it?
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3. |
Mosquitoes
02:55
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I tried to be hi-fi
I traveled through gold sounds
Came out from the lowland
Buzzed down like mosquitoes
I'm not the one I'm thinking about
I know to myself it's okay
I'd settle for something
That could take me away
I've tried all the stations
They fuzzed out like an old train
This evening silhouettes campfires
I'm miles from there so it's okay
I'm miles over sharpening airplanes
I'm coasting on frozen dials
The land I was charting slowly
Ended up drawing its own lines
I waited for something
The shuttle sped over mountains
I'd only slept for two hours
A shallow hand like a fade out
Sometimes I'd like to feel alright
And I know that you would say it's okay
And it felt like mosquitoes
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4. |
This Is A Freight Train
01:14
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This is a freight train
This is a port town
This is a freight train
This is industry wearing me down
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5. |
While I'm Still Warm
03:24
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While I'm still warm
Aboard radio planes
Before I was shot down
The clouds filtered the sounds
While I'm still warm
Lying in hospital halls
No more hanging over the house
No more waiting for me on the shore
I need a favour
I still haven't seen your ghost
The engine disappeared when I needed it most
And I cannot see anything but smoke from here
While I'm still warm
Beneath frozen hands
No more watching for black of the land
No more waiting for me on the shore
I say burn their hearts
And break them again
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6. |
Lighthouses
01:24
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You can have my camera
The hotel looks like a silo
You can play piano
As low as the notes I don't know
Back when the lighthouses were manned
Back when the streets were lined with trams
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We're drifting and we're not talking
A quiet navigation
I don't hear what you're thinking
The sea is as low as me
It never snows around here
It never snows out at sea
Across the western ocean
The distance where everything happens
The maps are never changing
The sea is as high as me
It never snows around here
It never snows out at sea
I'm only building ships out of time
And losing the length of the line
I'm only foreign to the falling leaves
And silent as the longer sleeves
We're sinking as we're aging
The sea is as slow as me
It never snows around here
It never snows out at sea
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8. |
The Country Block
02:34
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The work it never ends
The coast just continues to bend
The workers never break
I'm shooting the man inside the country block
And once I had a thought
I'd open up the boats from all the locks
And lose myself in the scene
I've been meaning to move away from the country block
Drag the boys into the ground
Hang the girls from trees
The work it never seems to end
The work they never ask of me
Old books, tender hooks
The messages were sent and lost
A landscape removed
From the warmth of the country block
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9. |
Land On The Return
03:38
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The winter hawks and me
We're not falling again
We're closing the bridge and the old academy
It all murmurs and delays
Take flight over lowways
And land on the return
The knives are out and they're mine
The mines are warm and full of knives
It all murmurs and delays
Take time or take away
And land on the return
I wrote about a life on the range
Stole the horses before they were tamed
It disappears from me
We're not falling again
We're closing the store and the old academy
It all murmurs and delays
Take flight over lowways
And land on the return
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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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